@angel-witha-demon liked for a starter!
Maybe she wouldn’t have been so unfamiliar with the other regions if she was let out of Aelluria once in a while.
All Midna really wanted was a day to herself in Frostias; was that too much to ask? Sure, there was an assassination attempt, but that was a few years ago... Okay, maybe two, but she had a bodyguard. She was sure that she was safe.
Her main reason for coming was because she heard of a small art class that she figured she could, as cheesy to her as it sounded, make some friends. She was twenty; she could have gone out and probably meet some people at a library or something, but unfortunately, as good as she was with continuing, starting conversations with people around her age group wasn’t her forte.
The art class was held in the back of an art store (surprise, surprise), and there were about ten or eleven people. The teacher didn’t appear to show up yet, and some others were showing off their sketches and pieces. Her own sketchbook was at her side, and what caught her eye was a younger boy sitting in the corner, drawing beautifully. Now was maybe a good shot.
“Hi.” She put on the best smile she could muster.
“That’s a really great sketch.”













