[ It was a child-like activity, laying on the floor and allowing the colours to take her where she liked. Ryoshu would have disapproved of her sense of "art" but it kept the haunting fears at bay, that maybe she had truly failed in her goal before she had a chance to truly grasp it]
Verily...the only white ones here.
[ Don Quixote peers through the bars, her curiousity piqued]
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Verily...the only white ones here.
[ Don Quixote peers through the bars, her curiousity piqued]