Post by devilsangel on Apr 7, 2009 15:12:30 GMT -5
The young woman set her keys on the wooden table, letting out a wide yawn as she looked around her. The flight had been harsh on her; straight from Ireland to here was more than knackering. She smiled as she took in the view. The house certainly had character; it was a rustic little house that seemed out of place against the others on the street, but Clo didn't mind. She liked the individuality of the place.
She wandered upstairs dragging her suitcase along with it, dumping it on the bed as soon as she got there. She ran a hand through her hair and yawned again. Despite her jetlag, she knew she had to see to Boe before he bit someone. Reluctantly leaving her case unopened, she walked back down the stairs and took the keys from the table, closing the door behind her and walking to the stables.
She wandered upstairs dragging her suitcase along with it, dumping it on the bed as soon as she got there. She ran a hand through her hair and yawned again. Despite her jetlag, she knew she had to see to Boe before he bit someone. Reluctantly leaving her case unopened, she walked back down the stairs and took the keys from the table, closing the door behind her and walking to the stables.