White Oaks: Part III - Apple Orchards
Thursday, May 1st, 2008She did not go to the The White Oaks. Juniper declared to her own mind that if she were to speak with old acquaintances, it would be on her own terms. She would do things her way this time, certainly not by Charkol Daes’Kihe’s. She would not lightly trust others again, she’d learned her lesson painfully.
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Fekala swept her long cinnamon hair back from her face and tied it up with a golden ribbon. Her dark eyes were ringed with long dark eyelashes and heavyset eyebrows. She stared vacantly at the painting as she finished the last loop on her ribbon. The little white house was lovingly detailed with wood-grain and ivy crawlers. She watched as her cousin’s paintbrush made a delicate stroke across the canvas.