A Gelle post? {Sky}

Gelle had never really been the girl to be flattering to other people. She perferred to have her compliments to herself, and herself only. She tried to maintain this "Now, you will listen to me" status at all times, and with a swipe of her stupid ostrich feather fan, she would fan herself and continue to preen herself.

Yes, an ostrich feather fan. Four feathers of an ostrich, all fluffy and quite soft, pinned together at the tips. They were quite pretty, with a faux jeweled brooch to clasp them together. Gelles father had hijacked it from some leaving ostrich farmer, and Gelle was quite pleased with the results.

She loved her father for stealing it for her. Gelle finally grew bored of preening herself in the mirror, especially with the fan. It was a hard thing to do for her, but her appearance bored her now.

She smudged on the remains of the lipstick and outlined it with a reddish tone. She finally tossed the fan across the room, making it fall apart.

Gelle had no reason for it anymore, so why should she care?

She was going to go out,