Noemi had found a cherry tree.
Not that it had been particularly hard to find, after all you could find almost any kind of tree around the Demeter cabin, and while Noemi was a daughter of Hecate she spent a lot of her days hanging around the Demeter cabin for the mere reason of the cherry tree. Noemi had met a couple of nice kids but no of them really seemed like they were interested in being her friend. She couldn't really blame them, they all had their own friends already and she had to respect that.
Noemi had decided keep her pink hair down instead of in it's usual braid and and was wearing a pink t-shirt which said Love & Ice Cream. It was still cold, so Noemi had paired it with a bright, hot pink puffer jacket with faux fur lining the top of the hood along with some jeans and pink TOMS. Omorfiá, her bronze sword hung at her belt. She was chewing a apple, despite being surrounded by cherries. What kind of apple?
Pink lady, obviously.
Not that it had been particularly hard to find, after all you could find almost any kind of tree around the Demeter cabin, and while Noemi was a daughter of Hecate she spent a lot of her days hanging around the Demeter cabin for the mere reason of the cherry tree. Noemi had met a couple of nice kids but no of them really seemed like they were interested in being her friend. She couldn't really blame them, they all had their own friends already and she had to respect that.
Noemi had decided keep her pink hair down instead of in it's usual braid and and was wearing a pink t-shirt which said Love & Ice Cream. It was still cold, so Noemi had paired it with a bright, hot pink puffer jacket with faux fur lining the top of the hood along with some jeans and pink TOMS. Omorfiá, her bronze sword hung at her belt. She was chewing a apple, despite being surrounded by cherries. What kind of apple?
Pink lady, obviously.