Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140712020728/@comment-5290299-20140823192926

"Hmm...." Pomona placed a finger on her cheek, thinking about her hometown. The apples and grapes harvested there brought a smile to her face.

"Concord Grape Juice. My hometown was known for their juice and wine, and I believe I want some of that." Pomona answered, a smile on her face. The memory was pure, welcomed nostalgia.

But at the same time, it attacked her with a wave of homesickness. She missed the crisp trees, the smell of the fruit, the warm community she grew up in.