Snippet #942662

Fay sits up and stretches in her bed, her snow white wings unfurling far past her hands into an impressive 12 foot wingspan. She yawns lightly and gets out of bed. She quickly changes into her white dress with ribbons and slips on some basic white flats. She pulls her wings back in against her bag as she brushes her long blonde hair straight. Fay grabs her sketchbook and some charcoal pencils then leaves her room, locking it up behind her with the silver key around her neck. The number on the door reads 307.

She walks down to the dining hall and gets a small plate of food with one piece of bacon, two of toast, and a very little bit of eggs. Fay walks towards one of the tables, not paying attention to who may be sitting there and sits down. She opens up her sketchbook to a fresh page and picks up a piece of toast. She nibbles on the edge of the toast as she sketches a guy's face onto the page. It's no one in particular, just a face she saw in her dreams the night before.