Room 207, Monday Early Evening
Nov. 12th, 2012 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pulseof_lifeIt was the sort of day where, while there was nothing really to do in her room, she had not particularly felt like leaving it and her one concession to being social was to leave her door open as she sat on her floor, back against the side of her bed and dug her paints out from her pockets.
They were not for painting pictures, she had no talent for that, but rather they were for repainting her beaded accessories as the colors tended to fade.
It wasn’t the most exciting of work to be engrossed in but it was pleasing all the same and Yeul had never been one to seek out excitement anyway.
Perhaps she’d fetch a cup of tea in a bit? Yeul mulled over that as she carefully recolored a blue bead.
[Door & post open!]
They were not for painting pictures, she had no talent for that, but rather they were for repainting her beaded accessories as the colors tended to fade.
It wasn’t the most exciting of work to be engrossed in but it was pleasing all the same and Yeul had never been one to seek out excitement anyway.
Perhaps she’d fetch a cup of tea in a bit? Yeul mulled over that as she carefully recolored a blue bead.
[Door & post open!]
