Delia looked through her camera at a bird that was perched on a tree, focusing on its ruffled blue feathers and pointed beak. Her finger rested on the shutter release, and in that second, the bird fluttered from one tree to another and out of view. She bit her lip, frustrated, having needed photographic evidence to prove its existence to the board in charge of such things.
On the many days spent with dust-riddled books, a fair few had been catalogues of the indigenous birds of Europe. This new bird-with its rotund belly, spiked feathers and thin curved beak-had fit none of these predetermined species.
She had notebooks lined with sketches from various encounters. Each sketch was drawn to scale, according to ingrained moments frozen in time. Mathematical calculations stretched across a memory as she sketched, but seeing that she was not strongest in math, this took greater concentration than her usual quick handed sketching.
There was a slight chill in the air, but Delia hadn't pulled her sweater over her shoulders on her way out that morning. Due to years of malnourishment, her limbs were long and incredibly thin, and she carried a frame that is best described as frail. She’d filled in a bit after leaving the orphanage, but she’d never been good at keeping on weight. Her curly blonde hair was pulled back with a rubber band. Something her grandmother would have frowned upon, but excluding this, she looked polished in a blue dress and dainty cream shoes. Defiantly though, song lyrics that had shown her morning's mood were written down her arm, and black ink smudged along her left pinky from writing in pen.
A pen dangled from her lips as she stood on one of the dark metal benches the circled the courtyard, waiting for the bird to reappear for the third afternoon in a row. She had been excused from her biology course on the terms of her very own scientific breakthrough, though she’d quite ironically opted for the standard course. A notebook was tucked under her arm, seeing that with both hands in use, she had no time or need for communication.
Delia looked through her camera at a bird that was perched on a tree, focusing on its ruffled blue feathers and pointed beak. Her finger rested on the shutter release, and in that second, the bird fluttered from one tree to another and out of view. She bit her lip, frustrated, having needed photographic evidence to prove its existence to the board in charge of such things.
On the many days spent with dust-riddled books, a fair few had been catalogues of the indigenous birds of Europe. This new bird-with its rotund belly, spiked feathers and thin curved beak-had fit none of these predetermined species.
She had notebooks lined with sketches from various encounters. Each sketch was drawn to scale, according to ingrained moments frozen in time. Mathematical calculations stretched across a memory as she sketched, but seeing that she was not strongest in math, this took greater concentration than her usual quick handed sketching.
There was a slight chill in the air, but Delia hadn't pulled her sweater over her shoulders on her way out that morning. Due to years of malnourishment, her limbs were long and incredibly thin, and she carried a frame that is best described as frail. She’d filled in a bit after leaving the orphanage, but she’d never been good at keeping on weight. Her curly blonde hair was pulled back with a rubber band. Something her grandmother would have frowned upon, but excluding this, she looked polished in a blue dress and dainty cream shoes. Defiantly though, song lyrics that had shown her morning's mood were written down her arm, and black ink smudged along her left pinky from writing in pen.
A pen dangled from her lips as she stood on one of the dark metal benches the circled the courtyard, waiting for the bird to reappear for the third afternoon in a row. She had been excused from her biology course on the terms of her very own scientific breakthrough, though she’d quite ironically opted for the standard course. A notebook was tucked under her arm, seeing that with both hands in use, she had no time or need for communication.