12.Feb.21, 04:04 PM
Meryem had said she was going to the Hatching and she'd never gone back on her word, so she showed up, dressed in Haper blues, her eyes everywhere. She carried a sketchbook in case she found a moment she felt like using it. The unusual hour was a usual of hers, so she wasn't as sleepy as some might be.
There they were, all on the sands waiting for something to happen. Meryem had sat herself about at the middle of the pack of people now easing their way in. It afforded her a decent view, unblocked, of most of the proceedings.
That would do splendidlly.
There they were, all on the sands waiting for something to happen. Meryem had sat herself about at the middle of the pack of people now easing their way in. It afforded her a decent view, unblocked, of most of the proceedings.
That would do splendidlly.