19, Spring 513AV
Francesca kicked rocks outside of the gates. Her crow sat above her staring at her. Tension grew in her face, she had a lot on her mind judging how she passed and was not still. So Inartas that walk by have her dirty looks. Francesca didn't care what other thought for felt towards her. She had plans in her life that she wanted to do. Right now she continued to pace back and forth. She mood was constantly changing over and over again. On the inside she wanted a friend, but when people know about her blood heritage it makes it hard, and then again she doesn't want to admit it. Francesca sat under a tree and put her hair up, it made her mad when her hair gets in her face when thinking, but then again most thinks made her mad. Francesca looked up at the sky and tired to relax herself. She closed her eyes and began to doze off in and out. Feeling the tension and thoughts glide away from her, like nothing happened.