Charlie gave a long sigh. She sat at her large, mahogany desk staring at a stack of papers. Running a finger through her hair and taking a sip of coffee, she smoothed out her yellow, long sleeved dress and flipped through the papers. The cool of the wood floor on her bare feet made her shiver, and she wrapped her blanket further around her shoulders and holding it firmly in place at her chest. The window in front of her gave a perfect view of the kingdom of Aravale. She wished so desperately that she didn't have to stay inside to study so that she might have the freedom to play in the snow as she had when she was younger.
Avery gave a small huff, throwing her phone down onto her bed angrily. She was sick of arguing with her brother, who for the third time that morning had told her if she wasn't going to add to rent, she would have to leave. She had argued that being only 19 severely limited her job opportunities, but he simply shook her off and told her to pay now or get out. She had been staying with a friend for nearly a week and it was apparent that she was beginning to overstay her welcome.
As she slipped into her black leather flats and pulled on a navy colored, long sleeved shirt, Avery dropped her pocket knife into her pocket. The morning had proven to be too stressful for her and she desperately craved a quiet nook to curl up in with good book. She left her friends apartment and locked the door behind her, heading for the small library for the day.