by Ryn the Sylph of Heart 3/16/2013, 1:43 pm
I yawn and return to the messy cabin. I see a book placed on my bunk and open it. "It's blank?" Darn, I though it was something like Pride and Prejudice. I look back again at the open book, suddenly there were words from that book by Jane Austen. "What?" This must be my gift! That was nice and considerate. Hmm, I should do something for mom. I'm no architect but I got an idea. I grabbed some spare paper and began to measure, calculate, and draw. I got one blue print done but it was of very low quality but I set it on my bed anyway. I grab my satchel to place the book in there then sluing it around my shoulder, then my bow and quiver then depart.