Book Haven, Wednesday, 07/13
Alana was at work today. That wasn't unusual.
What was unusual was that she was there as a freaking pony. Which was sort of nice in some ways -- the functional wings made reshelving high things easier -- and completely annoying in, oh, every single other way.
She sighed as she trotted back to the front counter, morning shelcing and cleaning duties done.
"I cannot wait until I'm off this freaking island."
[OOC: Open shop/post.]
What was unusual was that she was there as a freaking pony. Which was sort of nice in some ways -- the functional wings made reshelving high things easier -- and completely annoying in, oh, every single other way.
She sighed as she trotted back to the front counter, morning shelcing and cleaning duties done.
"I cannot wait until I'm off this freaking island."
[OOC: Open shop/post.]