Sunday Afternoon, Dorms, Just Outside The Servants' Quarters.

[thedarkevangel]

Using a wide-brimmed, witch-like hat as a temporary fan, Evangeline sat on a spot on the grass outside the servants' quarters that were supposedly to serve as her new residence. She looked disgruntled, displeased, and much to warm for comfort as the floppy brim of her hat failed to keep her very cool. Surrounded by a few steamer trunks bigger than herself, she looked much like a pissed off child left behind by her parents. Eventually, she could use her magic, but what fun was that when she could try to get others to do it for her?

[[ mmmm, fresh meat! Quite open! ]]