Mary, her back stiff and her digits clenched tightly within her lap sat on the grass with the undying dignity of the First lady. Where as Lux on the other hand sat in a tangled mess of legs, skirts and a rather disfigured donut. Therese and Bonnie say Indian style, passing between one another a warm drink, its contents unnamed, simply a purple liquid. There fair hair shone in the hazy light of dappled sunlight, febrile oculars reaching out to anyone, if anyone would simply look and allow themselves to be captured by that radiant unearthly light. Scratching her thigh to no certain avail, lux laughed her usual unmanning hyena laugh, a sound that caused Bonnie to spill her drink, the dark fluid dripping down her chin in slow motion. Mary smiled her demure smile, unearthing an immaculately clean tissue and pressing it into Bonnies clumsy Fingers. A nod of gratitude from Bonnie and a stifled giggle from Therese, the girls continued to sit in their tight circle, paying no one outside this humble abode a sliver of acknowledgement.

{{I wrote this in a sudden fury of words...half of it doesn't make sense. How I shift through narroration and all...never the less I love it. It makes me feel rather bubbly. Review please^^}}