The Magic Box, Wednesday
Elsa came in to the Magic Box today with an armload of books from the back room that she'd borrowed while the island had been busy imploding on itself. She hadn't found any answers in there, unfortunately, though she could probably point anybody to a magical home remedy for plantar warts that involved candles and chanting and an ungodly amount of castor oil.
She... didn't think that was going to be something that anyone was going to come in looking for, exactly.
She was humming today as she worked, thankful that everything was back to normal, at least. It was good to be her, even if she was far less outgoing than her other-reality counterpart and didn't actually have a suit of armor tucked away in her armoire.
[Open!]
She... didn't think that was going to be something that anyone was going to come in looking for, exactly.
She was humming today as she worked, thankful that everything was back to normal, at least. It was good to be her, even if she was far less outgoing than her other-reality counterpart and didn't actually have a suit of armor tucked away in her armoire.
[Open!]