The white curtains layered the tall glass windows. Legs were swinging as a young girl sat at the edge of the wooden table. She was calm, yet a frown decorated her face. A pout on her lips. She seemed aware of the clutter on the table yet did not mind the mess. An hour, she has spent organizing the information the mages had given to. But although she was finished, she wished there was more to do.
Why was she stuck with a tedious job while her father gets to have an exciting one?
At last, a sigh escaped her lips, and she groaned in annoyance.
A pair of fluffy black cat ears perked up from her raven hair, and she paused. There was a red ribbon tied at the end of her tail, one that matched the red hairclip that held her bangs to the sides of her face. Her friend told her it would make it less of a bother.
Phuna's lips twitched. That reminded her. What was taking him so long?
"Phuna..."