Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20190210025123/@comment-36910229-20190210031811

Jewel sketched silently from on the bench. She sighed. “Happy birthday to me..” she whispered softly to herself, falling silent then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She got up swiftly and shook her head then walked off to the garden. She was turning sixteen finally... and there was no way she’d be getting anything that she actually wanted.... freedom.

Sam rolled his eyes as he took a knee for her to reach his hair better. He grunted softly. “Oh? But it’s tour fathers orders, Miss...” he muttered softly as he watched her carefully.