With her light white robes fluttering around her, billowing elegantly and lightly, Melody glided into the office. Desks surrounded her on all sides. She felt right at home; this looked rather like her old classroom, just with cubicals dividing spaces. This suited Mel just fine.
Mel loved desk space, and she gazed around hopefully towards the larger cubicals. She wondered if it made a difference where she made home. Hoping that someone would inform her of her accommodations, Melody peered up through her thick and dark lashes. She examined the room astutely. |