Sapphira, contentment, and tea for the writing ask game?
The spicy scent of her tea fills her nose, bringing with it memories of sitting just like this, alone or not, a cup of tea and a quiet heart.
She hears the noises from downstairs of people moving about, living in a shared space. Her people, her family. At the moment she can’t see them, but she knows them and knows that they know her.
She lets her senses stretch farther. Outside, she hears the birds chirping busily, bees buzzing as they investigate the plant life, a fox silently stalking a mouse. The wind blows warm through the trees, bringing with it the smell of wildflowers in bloom. Sapphira feels all this, letting it flow in and through her.
She calls her sensing back in and opens her eyes. Lets herself sit in this one moment. She knows this moment won’t last, knows that soon it will end and she will have to be moving again, but for now she is still. Sapphira takes a sip of her tea and is content.
[ID: a pencil drawing of Sapphira. She's sitting at a table with her chin propped up on her left hand, her eyes closed. A cup with steam lines rising from it sits on the tables in front of her. End ID]
Thank you Whim!! I had to illustrate this scene too, so you get a bonus.
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