12th bushel | SOLACE! ...yes, I know what that means
[There's not much to Elly, it must be said. She's smallish, childish to many faults, with a head full of lush blonde curls and the appearance of a teenager. Her little heart is easily broken, and her confidence is easily shaken.
But let it not be said that she EVER gives up.
Today, that persistence has paid off. You shall find, should you venture out to the park, a messy-haired, shivering figure face-down in a small patch of shade under a bench where the snow seems to be a little thinner.
She's looking intently at something, or, if you come later, is completely face-down in the snow, a bit passed out from joy. Beside her smiling face is a teeny persistent weed with small white blossoms.
ooc; CONSIDER THIS ME BEGGING FOR CR~!]
But let it not be said that she EVER gives up.
Today, that persistence has paid off. You shall find, should you venture out to the park, a messy-haired, shivering figure face-down in a small patch of shade under a bench where the snow seems to be a little thinner.
She's looking intently at something, or, if you come later, is completely face-down in the snow, a bit passed out from joy. Beside her smiling face is a teeny persistent weed with small white blossoms.
ooc; CONSIDER THIS ME BEGGING FOR CR~!]