Three princesses (mostly), one post
Cywyllog enters the bar in her seemingly perpetual - these days - foul mood. She settles at the bar and orders a glass of wine.
Hanild is curled up on a couch by the fire, reading a book. Her dinner is sitting on a nearby table, along with a glass of ale.
Our third princess (mostly) is Fuchsia. She's outside, corsetted gown and all and spooked like crazy. She doesn't know how far she's run, but she leaning against a tree, trying to catch her breath.
[ooc: Ok, I caved. Multi-pup post. Indicate which one you're tagging, svp]
Hanild is curled up on a couch by the fire, reading a book. Her dinner is sitting on a nearby table, along with a glass of ale.
Our third princess (mostly) is Fuchsia. She's outside, corsetted gown and all and spooked like crazy. She doesn't know how far she's run, but she leaning against a tree, trying to catch her breath.
[ooc: Ok, I caved. Multi-pup post. Indicate which one you're tagging, svp]