Jan 03, 2012 20:00
-Even in the ever colder gardens, this odd winged girl seems surrounded by an aura of warmth. Not a figurative/metaphorical one, either. But literal actual warmth, so much so that she hardly looks cold at all in spite of her admittedly sparse clothing. She clears her throat a bit, giving a bow to the vine.-
Um... I have been put under the impression that I can seek assistance and speak to the other ladies of the garden through this?
My name is Dizzy. It's very nice to meet you all. And I really do not wish to inconvenience anyone, especially in this weather, but...
I'm lost.
dizzy