Amara sat silently, but could not sit still. Her eyes darted around his office, searching for something to distract her while he read her work. She crossed her arms protectively, then realized that stance could be considered hostile and uncrossed her arms. She crossed her ankles, then uncrossed them and bounced her knee a little. Finally, she settled on examining her nails. They were getting pretty long, maybe she should trim them or something... the creamy colored paint she'd used on them was starting to chip... she wondered what color she should try next...
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Date: 2009-08-14 07:33 pm (UTC)