[ It's a bit late, but Polka's voice can be heard humming lightly over the sound of snow crunching beneath her footsteps. She's all bundled up for the weather, and she brought her parasol with her in case it started to rain or snow. She's on her way into the forest, hands tucked into her coat pockets. Little girls really shouldn't be wandering ( Read more... )

[ OOC Officially this takes place after Polka's shopping trip(s) with Hugo and Nino. Probably a few hours after. B-but posting it now because I know I'll forget later ;o; ]

[ Polka's voice sounds quieter, tired and almost strained, yet satisfied. Phew. I think I've found everything... or at least almost everything. These journals are really ( Read more... )

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Poor Viola, she really does look awful. I shouldn't have let her lend me her shawl while we were on that mountain. I suppose that it only compounded the problem of her getting ill.

Although of all the people to get sick I would have imagined that it would be Frederic or I to get sick first. [ She pauses, and a cough is audible. Hrm... ( Read more... )