45th Winter, 510AV
To be honest, Naya had nothing to do. She was bored. If anyone came up to her, she would say she was meditating, drawing on her inspiration to think up another epic story that she would weave. Though in all honesty, this was the biggest lie.
Naya was sitting on the first floor of the Crystal Hall, looking out the windows and admiring the view. Also known as, zoning out completely and not paying a single piece of attention.
With a huff, she pushed herself up and strode through the hall, making sure to swagger her way through, earning glances and making herself as loud as possible. If she were to die of boredom, she may at least make herself noticeable while doing it.
She pushed through the large double doors with a bang, walking dramatically through them. She liked to think she looked quite cool while doing it. She posed slightly, one hand on her hip, hair swinging out behind her. Hopefully, she had garnered someone's lasting attention.
It was with a melodramatic sigh that she swept over to a pole, grasping it, doing a twirl around it, and then resting her head on the icy cold pole. "Oh, my!" She cried out.
Now for someone to join her.