Two screws, a bundle of twine and a pair of scissors already long forgotten...
The underside of Caleigh's bed held a number of hidden items, but all of them would likely remain in their places as the woman had made no movement to lift her head from the cool wooden ground in the hour that she had laid there. Her gaze flit over the empty space beneath the frame, the thin wafting cobwebs that needed to be removed, the lingering scent of new linens from this morning's change over. That sinking feeling in her chest was overwhelming tonight, and it would quickly come to tears. She'd wait for them, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to move after that.
It was a terrible feeling, knowing that when you speak your words are often...
Caleigh sat in the corner of her room, a collection of metal gears and screws littering the ground around her feet. Another clock to be made. A quiet, but frustrated expression remained on her face as she tried to shove two of the gears in place. It was rounding four in the morning, and she had forgone fishing to stop at the Troupe show earlier in the evening and attempt to be social. It was close enough, and she'd heard good things- it was worth a look. Finding Orli, Saeil, and Meli there was a bonus, regardless of whether or not she upset Meli.
She'd spent most of the show quietly gritting her teeth. There were certainly talented writers and amazingly wonderful actors- but the topic of choice hit a bit close to home for the woman. A...