Jul 2, 2013
Dom || Zeven
Zeven blinked, laying on the grass. Nerle sat beside him, once again complaining about the weather, but Zeven ignored him, too happy about the sun. He frowned slightly as the thought about the last few hours. Some people at this academy were very stupid and mean, but others were okay. There were a few people that he liked but they were a very small group. He sighed and sat up, stretching, and picked up his doll. "What do you think we should do today?" he asked. Nerle shrugged and Zeven frowned. "Alright then," he said, "I'll pick." He turned to go back toward his room; there were some clothes he could work on, but he suddenly turned as he heard something from behind him.