The roof, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

After her appointment with Dr. Pevensie, Nadia was once again filled with lots of things to think about.

Not the least of which was her conversation with Veronica.

So, she did what she liked to do when she had a lot to think about, but hadn't done in quite awhile, she went up to the roof with her guitar.

Hey, if she could play a gig, she had no excuse not to get some practice in while she was thinking.

( And so she sang some Juliana Hatfield. . . . )

When the song finished, she leaned back, resting her guitar on her stomach, and stared upwards at the stars.

Winter would be okay if it could stay like this out. Not quite too cold.

[ooc: open. It's a roof. It doesn't even have any walls.]