ℙ the fifth; (19th)

[eternityalone]

[Katherine can be found in the lobby. She's dressed in plenty of layers, her dress and coat meant to keep her warm as she heads out. To be perfectly honest, she's a bit tired of the eighteen-hundreds, but at least she looks stunning. She opens her journal and sets it out onto her lap, pressing the pages open.]

Would anyone care to accompany me to some ice skating outside? I'm certain the pond is frozen over enough.



(ooc: open for kisses or just general winter fun!)

Comments

[alias_savant]

I don't know. Mozzie had a plan in place -- I could only assume we followed it.

[eternityalone]

[She smiled softly.]

Where would you want to run to?

[alias_savant]

[He pauses, considering that for a moment, before smiling.]

Somewhere beautiful. Maybe with a beach.

[eternityalone]

I never pictured you as someone who wanted sand under their feet.

[alias_savant]

It's not the sand so much as the feeling it gives you. Like you're away from the rest of the world, and it can't touch you.

[eternityalone]

It sounds nice. [Katherine can at least understand the feeling of being on the run constantly.]

I'm not sure I'd ever be the beach type. [Too much risk.]

[alias_savant]

What kind of type are you then?

[eternityalone]

[She thinks about it, sipping the wine.]

The mountains.

[alias_savant]

The mountains are lovely. I can see the appeal.

[eternityalone]

[She smiles at him.]

Small narrow path, winding up toward a little cottage. Wildflowers growing all around. Not a single cell tower to be seen.