Gazing Closed

She walked over to the edge of the dock, and sat down with a sigh of relief. She had just gotten caught up on all of her homework, and it was hard work taking all of those notes. 

Her new Bowtruckle, Oliver, sat on her shoulder as she pulled out a book and began making notes in it as she began to also read it. Then she pulled out her notebook and began working on her own story. She would take notes on certain words, phrases, quotes, sentences, paragraphs, everything in a book that helps inspire her to add something into her own. 

Olive looked around and saw a girl sitting somewhere. Trying to get Verla's attention, which he failed to do, he walked over to her and looked up at her curiously, and somewhat hidden, but still very visible. Verla stood up and looked around for him "Oliver?" she gathered her things and put them into her pouch she had knitted into her cloak. "Oliver where did you run off to?" She slightly yelled and began looking for him. When she found him, she picked him up and saw the girl "I'm sorry if this little guy bothered you at all, h-he's a stinker" she giggled to her.