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Post by Rapunzel Gothel on Nov 15, 2015 9:34:55 GMT
((OOC: I thought it was about time to get the ball rolling with this plot, sorry for the long wait dear <3333))
The forest was quiet that morning. The air was crisp, with frost beginning to form on the grass and the signs of winter already beginning to show. Rapunzel walked along the grass barefoot as she normally was, with a warm fur lined cloak wrapped around her shoulders. She enjoyed these moments of peace. For although she loved her work at the Inn, even when there wasn't any visitors there was always so much to do. Whenever she could escape to the forest, she took the opportunity.
When she came to a clearing she knew well, she sat down on the frost covered grass and produced a book from beneath her cloak. Settling down to read, she leaned against a tree and allowed herself to escape to daring adventures, heart warming romances and wicked betrayal.
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Post by Eilonwy on Dec 10, 2015 17:27:33 GMT
((Sure, sounds good to me!))
As the blonde haired girl was walking around the area, she felt some snow going onto her shoes, which meant that the season, Winter was approaching really quickly. Although she was not a giant fan of the cold weather, she would start to at least get used to it. She was walking, and she saw a young woman that did look familiar, and it was because she met her in her supernatural form. She was a little nervous to approach her since she was not sure on how she would react to her revealing that she was the cuddly cat. She was running to a tree, and saw her looking reading a book, so, she did not want to disturb her, but, she did want to at least say hello to her. So, she goes to the tree right next to where she was sitting and waved briefly towards her, hoping that she would notice.
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Post by Rapunzel Gothel on Dec 10, 2015 22:34:14 GMT
Rapunzel looked up from her book at the sound of footsteps. A young girl with blonde hair stood before her and gave her a small wave. Unsure as to whether or not she knew the girl, she returned the wave and put her book to one side. "Good Morning, my dear." She said cheerily, deciding it was best to make a good impression. "How are you on this lovely winter's morning?" Though it was cold, the sun was shining brightly and the frost looked so pretty under the glimmering light.
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