Amaya Blackstone

Amaya was starting to feel incredibly uncertain about all of this, but any social situation was likely to make her feel awkward regardless of if it was a whole group of people or just one. Honestly, she'd rather just go back home and hole up inside her room with a book and not have to see anyone if she could but she was already mostly there by the time she'd inexplicably turned into her awkward teenaged self, and, really, there was no point in turning back. That's what a coward did, and she didn't want to be a coward. She wanted to be brave and bold like her heroes in all her epic stories, like that woman who fought the dragon and saved those kids from the witch. If she was going to be bold like that but couldn't even make it through a movie night with a friend, then what hope did she have? So she took in a deep breath, bolstered herself witha courage that she wasn't really feeling, and made it to the apartment to knock on the door.

She really hoped she didn't regret this. She could be reading about King Lars the Left-Handed tonight! Ugh! Books were so much easier than people!


[[ for she who lives there, because I am terrible and also an addict to this event, but I might be actually done spamming the friends list now MAYBE ]]