One...two....three...

((A girl's voice, so soft that it makes it difficult to identify. But whoever it is, the counting paired with deliberate steps echoing off stone make it easy to tell where she is and what she's doing.))

Twelve...thirteen...fourteen...

((For all the suspicion and potential danger that the wishing stairs present, there's ( Read more... )

So...what's everyone doing with their dolls now? Mine's in pieces, but I still don't want to keep it around. Having the real thing here is more than enough. Maybe I'll try sealing it up in a box with the red tape. Or seperate boxes would be even better ( Read more... )