Andromeda stepped into her new "home." Because her mother wasn't one of the more important Gods and Goddesses, she was throwin into what she considered the "miscelleneous" lot.
By the wall were bunks along with dressers and armoires surrounding them, thin "half walls" provided privacy.
It wasn't horrible, but Andromeda felt exposed, she'd rather have privacy in a cave somewhere.
Setting her bags on the bed, she began to unpack- first her clothes, her books, collection of knives and then everything else. The last thing was a picture of her and her father that she hung on the wall by her bed.
She looked around and noticed for the first time the room was fairly empty.
"Where is everyone?" she whispered to herself.
Subject: Starting Fresh 
Wed Dec 28, 2011 11:49 pm
