12-25-2016, 09:26 AM
minerva
The green painted girl is smiling. The playground was a sanctuary for the orphaned child. Here she is able to grow her plants, live among the wild flowers and chase the butterflies in her own world. Nothing could hurt her as long as she stayed here.
It was not often that others seemed to venture to the playground. All the other children had a home, they were wanted and not tossed aside like a forgotten dolly. Dark green eyes peek from the wall of wildflowers she had grown from the night before to nest in. "Hello." Her voice is soft and childlike as she pokes her head out from the thicket of grass, a small smile is on her lips as she looks at the other children. One girl is darker than night and the boy is a speckled roan. Perhaps they were orphans like her. "I'm Minerva, what's your names?"
It was not often that others seemed to venture to the playground. All the other children had a home, they were wanted and not tossed aside like a forgotten dolly. Dark green eyes peek from the wall of wildflowers she had grown from the night before to nest in. "Hello." Her voice is soft and childlike as she pokes her head out from the thicket of grass, a small smile is on her lips as she looks at the other children. One girl is darker than night and the boy is a speckled roan. Perhaps they were orphans like her. "I'm Minerva, what's your names?"
