#i saw laura has super smell and can track people no matter where they're hidden and that's where this idea came from

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starter call ;; @sniktdaughter​

    SILENCE.    solitude.    Two things that rarely seemed to happen in Emma’s life. Not that she saw that as a bad thing--rather it just kept her mind constantly focused on the moment at hand. Emma was, after all, a people person first and foremost. She was quite extroverted and welcoming of human interactions which was what made her a perfect candidate for anything dealing with face-to-face interactions. But even the most extroverted individual might need some time to themselves. 

    It felt like it had been ages since Emma had given herself room to just EXIST without human distractions. She was constantly on, ready to talk to others and put a smile on her face; that was part of her charm, after all. Quite possibly the only reason why some people had her around. She was a beacon of positivity for others, yet she seemed to find herself feeling more drained than ever. It had gotten to the point where even her father had been able to see the cracks in her positive facade, something that rarely happened because of the lengths she went to hide it. That was the determining factor that made her choose to hide take some time away from people. The silence was peaceful. 

     She could close her eyes and inhale and feel peace. It was the first time in a while that she had time to do an inner check with herself to see what was bothering her, or possible ideas that she’d put on the back burner to stew over when she had more time. Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to have something to grasp on--an instrument to create art out of blank canvas--or to write adventures that only her mind could create. She felt a burst of creativity swell inside of her and she was able to dust off her journal that came with her everywhere, that held stories and doodles of her day from when she found time to write down whatever was on her mind. 

      Seeing a shadow cast over the paper she was sketching a storm over, Emma was pulled back to reality. How long had she been there? Glancing at her watch, it seems like three hours had passed her by without notice. Her gaze moved up to the new presence. Upon finding their target, Emma’s lips twitched upward in a beaming smile seeing Laura there with her. 

         “ Laura! You found my hiding spot! ”   Her voice was full of whimsy as she scooted over to make room for Laura to sit if she so desires,  “ Welcome to my secret sanctum, where creativity soars and negativity is left at the door. What can I get for you: sketch paper or a nice, juicy novel to tickle your fancy? ”