Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 13:01:45 GMT -7
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Helena had spent the last couple days down in the dungeon, so warmth was something she craved very much. However she knew that she couldn't have too much or else she would get too hot and that was not a good feeling. Her appearance tended to get hazy and she would be unrecognizable until she cooled down. In any event, whenever she needed a little bit of sunshine, she always went to the easternmost main floor corridor around eleven o' clock AM. The sun shone down into the window well just right, and she could curl up with a book or some pen and paper. Writing was a favorite hobby of hers, and she often attended classes, taking notes right along with the students.
Today she sat with her back to the north, in the gap created by the outset of the arch-shaped window and the thickness of the corridor wall. It was a warm day outside, and the faint sound of kids enjoying the sunshine outside could be heard. She had not felt like doing anything while she was here so she simply looked out the window, and when she got too tired and comfortable to keep her eyes open any longer, she dozed. Her long gray dress flowed down the ledge she was on, and misted away right before it hit the floor.
Dozing for a ghost was much like dozing for a flesh-and-blood human: as you drifted away mentally, your senses left you, too. So if anyone was to come upon the Gray Lady sleeping, they would probably not disturb her at all unless they tried to wake her.
