Frankie smiled as she stretched her limbs out from her sleeping position curled up on her bed. The sunlight streaming in through her window filled her with the inspiration of starting the day right, which for her was with a quick painting session. The blonde girl skipped out of bed and plopped down at her desk that was cluttered with painting supplies: aquarelles, brushes, glasses of dirty paint water, and a whole lot of unfinished paintings. Frankie ripped the latest unfinished work of art away from her art pad before she sighed and closed her eyes imagining the scene she wanted to put down on the page.
She could not tell you how much time had passed when she finally snapped out of her painting trance. It was her phone vibrating next to her that brought her to the realm of the mortals. Frankie smiled fondly at the screen as she read the message from Quinn. She jumped up and floated over to her door and opened it. And just as promised there stood a cup of liquid joy. Frankie squealed as she snatched the beverage up retreating back into her room to get ready for the day.
Taking her time to perfect her styling in her iconic ‘I didn’t spend any time in the mirror at all’ look, Frankie smothered her lips in some cherry chapstick as a finishing touch before she skipped out of the door and down the stairs.
When she got out into the courtyard, her keen eyes searched the people in it. She perked up as she found her friend perched against a wall deep in thought as usual. Frankie quickly flittered over to Quinn almost without a sound and plopped down beside her spreading herself out resting her head in Quinn’s lap smiling up at her friend.
“You listening to murder stories again?” she grinned up at her clutching her coffee thermos in her paint-stained hands.
She could not tell you how much time had passed when she finally snapped out of her painting trance. It was her phone vibrating next to her that brought her to the realm of the mortals. Frankie smiled fondly at the screen as she read the message from Quinn. She jumped up and floated over to her door and opened it. And just as promised there stood a cup of liquid joy. Frankie squealed as she snatched the beverage up retreating back into her room to get ready for the day.
Taking her time to perfect her styling in her iconic ‘I didn’t spend any time in the mirror at all’ look, Frankie smothered her lips in some cherry chapstick as a finishing touch before she skipped out of the door and down the stairs.
When she got out into the courtyard, her keen eyes searched the people in it. She perked up as she found her friend perched against a wall deep in thought as usual. Frankie quickly flittered over to Quinn almost without a sound and plopped down beside her spreading herself out resting her head in Quinn’s lap smiling up at her friend.
“You listening to murder stories again?” she grinned up at her clutching her coffee thermos in her paint-stained hands.