[Out on one of the bridges is Stella. Her legs over the edge of it, and her feet idly sway in the water. For once, her hair is free of the trademark bun, and the chilled wind makes her push some strands away from her face every now and then. Her open journal is beside her, and so it picks up the flow of the water as well as her sigh.]
This place really starts to feel like home... sometimes.
[Although she's usually rather peaceful at times like this, she looks pretty melancholy right now.]