Trading My Yesterday // Morgan Heights

[Quill]

There was very little in life that prepared you to be a Changeling. Of course, Alianna- or Annie, as she preferred- knew little different. She was a Changeling, and that was simply a fact. Of course, the Morgan Heights welcomed such a fact; they embraced it as part of their culture. And in other ways, it was simply a... very weird form of adoption. Of course, Alianna wasn't sure what brought her mind back to the idea. She was eleven now, and she had spent.. pretty much her entire life within Morgan Heights and with her mother, Eliora. There was little reason for her to consider her past anymore, since her future was now open to all the possibilities, especially as she grew older. Maybe she just couldn't help but to reminisce on the facts.

After all, how many people could say that they were a Changeling? Annie had no doubt in her mind that Eliora was her mother, in fact, she'd stake her life on it. Her blood mother, her biological one as it were, was no mother. Annie didn't truly remember much of her life before the Morgan Heights; a mother who smoked in the house, a deadbeat drunk of a father; a half-deaf baby girl; a toddler, really, who was lucky for any ounce of attention she could get, often left alone to fend for herself; hit when she cried, ignored when she didn't, hungry, or cold, and often sick. Eliora had been her savior. Maybe Annie just liked to think of how different her life could have been if it hadn't been for her.

Needless to say, she liked this life a lot better. 

Standing in the Train Station, Annie struggled with a large tarp that she was attempting to tape up onto the stone wall of the little hub area. She had an idea- call her crazy, but she wasn't about to go painting the walls without Eliora's direct permission so... she was using a tarp as a draft. At her feet, a small box of paints and a spray sealant sat waiting. Of course it'd be pointless until it was actually approved but... what was the harm? Or.. Okay, she admits it, maybe she thought of the repercussions of no permission after she had found all the supplies she had needed.

Her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth slightly as she leans up on her tiptoes with the bit of blue tape to hang the tarp as high as her small and lanky body could, she gave it a good smack with her palm to keep it in place. As she rolled back onto the balls of her feet, her breath tense as she waited a few bated heartbeats to see if it stayed, she exhaled with a grin as she stooped down for some of her paints. With little care for the mess, she dalloped a fair bit into the palm of one hand and dipped her other hand into it, beginning to sketch out her design through the wonderful art of finger painting.

Eventually, the stump and branches of a tree, missing its leaves, came to life on the tarp over that wall. There was an unfortunate bit at the top where Annie couldn't reach that was just sort of tapered off, and would likely need to be fixed by someone who did have the height, but for now it was... Well, it was acceptable.

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