shrew1243

Indolence. it was a beautiful word, one that she hardly knew the meaning of. Yet, it was what she had become. In times of peace...her thoughts would turn to the days past, of war, of strife, of fear that stunk, rife. Oh, she had indeed become quite the poet in these lazy, lazy days. Raising a glass to her lips, she surveyed the sun and scene before her. In the summer, ahh this planet could become warm. She hid herself underneath the shelter of a sun umbrella, feeling no other will than to sit there in that chair designed for the lounging she indulged in. Hiding behind the brim of a wide hat, she sported a two piece, a demure mauve in shade.