dark_kana (
dark_kana) wrote in
rainbowfic2014-01-02 04:17 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Skylight 6 - Salmon 6 - Bichromatic - Tapestry - Miniature - Photography - Novelty beads
Name: Kana
Title: Thunder
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Skylight 6. Watching the clouds through a skylight - Salmon 6. Pressed flowers
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic (Skylight – Salmon) - Tapestry (Miniature) - Photography - Novelty beads (Pressed in a Book)
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: The storm is strangely calming
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Freya flinches when hearing the thunder right above her. Looking up she sees the sky has turned dark and the first drops of rain are starting to fall down.
Transfixed she keeps watching. The falling rain on the window above her is... strangely calming. The lighting gives the clouds a majestic look.
She loves sitting in the attic. It's one of the place she comes to when she wants to relax.
Carefully she closes the book. The last flower pressed between the pages. She has no idea yet what she's going to do with it. But she likes dried flowers.
Title: Thunder
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Skylight 6. Watching the clouds through a skylight - Salmon 6. Pressed flowers
Supplies and Styles: Bichromatic (Skylight – Salmon) - Tapestry (Miniature) - Photography - Novelty beads (Pressed in a Book)
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: The storm is strangely calming
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Freya flinches when hearing the thunder right above her. Looking up she sees the sky has turned dark and the first drops of rain are starting to fall down.
Transfixed she keeps watching. The falling rain on the window above her is... strangely calming. The lighting gives the clouds a majestic look.
She loves sitting in the attic. It's one of the place she comes to when she wants to relax.
Carefully she closes the book. The last flower pressed between the pages. She has no idea yet what she's going to do with it. But she likes dried flowers.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject