Aug 25, 2016
The girl was sitting at a lounge chair by the pool, the only one that wasn’t broken or too dirty. The hotel they were staying in was clearly not of the luxurious type, words like ‘small’ and ‘plain’ were the best ones to describe the place. It was good enough to stay only a couple of nights before they moved on in their journey. Which was exactly what Casiopea was trying to determine: where would they go now? Such an answer could be found in her father’s notes since she had gotten none in her dreams. Sitting criss crossed with a worn out briefcase on her lap, she was reading through papers that made no sense to her and scribbled down notes that she couldn’t link to anything.