Storybook Six; [voice/action]
[It's a perfectly lovely day in Luceti today; certainly not the type of day that would elicit tears or sadness from most people. Nevertheless, that is exactly what is echoing across the journals right now - a series of soft, pathetic sniffles as the girl in question tries to subdue her crying. Anyone looking into their journal won't see anything except blue sky, but if one passes by the fountain, they just might see a young woman crumpled against the side of it, her face buried in her hands.
Her hair is mussed and loose, and she is once again wearing that ridiculous New Feather dress; more worrisome is the long trail of bruises all across her arms and legs, as if someone had cornered her and hit her repeatedly with a long pole of some sort.
In this state, along with her face in her hands, she is a bit hard to recognize, but some people may find the soft, tearful voice that escapes from her lips oddly familiar:]
Brown...
Her hair is mussed and loose, and she is once again wearing that ridiculous New Feather dress; more worrisome is the long trail of bruises all across her arms and legs, as if someone had cornered her and hit her repeatedly with a long pole of some sort.
In this state, along with her face in her hands, she is a bit hard to recognize, but some people may find the soft, tearful voice that escapes from her lips oddly familiar:]
Brown...