(no subject)
Thankfully for everyone who might come into contact with her, Plourr seems to have escaped today's bout of costuming. Dressed in elegant, subdued browns, with the imperial seal of Eiattu at her throat, she is curled up at one end of the sofa in front of the fire. Her boots have been kicked off haphazardly and lie directly in the path that someone might take were they to wish to sit in a nearby armchair.
She has a book open in her lap, but it's dull and she gave it up ages ago in favor of watching the fire, face pensive.
She has a book open in her lap, but it's dull and she gave it up ages ago in favor of watching the fire, face pensive.