at twelfth orb
{ooc: Set this morning before her chat with Phoebe.}
[there is the sound of a journal opening, and huffing, and labored breaths...as though someone is walking fast. Paige speaks up, and she sounds a little frustrated.]
If anyone has some magical voo-doo shampoo that gets paint out of hair? Please, let me know.
[and if you're lucky you might catch her walking from town to the castle covered in paint. A couple different bright colors. Don't ask. She doesn't want to talk about it.
A grumble.]
I think ten showers should be a good start.
[there is the sound of a journal opening, and huffing, and labored breaths...as though someone is walking fast. Paige speaks up, and she sounds a little frustrated.]
If anyone has some magical voo-doo shampoo that gets paint out of hair? Please, let me know.
[and if you're lucky you might catch her walking from town to the castle covered in paint. A couple different bright colors. Don't ask. She doesn't want to talk about it.
A grumble.]
I think ten showers should be a good start.