charlie
Where might one find a pocket-sized priestess on a cold DeepFrost afternoon? Why in the Temple, of course!
Looking for all the world like the walking personification of the art aisleat Michaels at a craft store, Charlie was carrying around several large pieces of sturdy paper, pens of all colours, glitter, pipe cleaners, glue, and creeeeepy paper tissue paper, while her tail held a bag containing several tubes of paint.
Humming under her breath though making no attempts to keep her voice down at all, the blonde sashayed her way through the Temple, making notes about things, until she came to what felt like the center of the Temple itself. All around her were dead or dying flowers, the walls were covered in gaudy images of a bearded man she could only assume was meant to be Vi, and in the centre, the crumbling remnants of what must have been a statue.
Not unlike the way a dog's tail might sag, so too did Charlie's lower, as her shoulders fell from where they'd been bunched joyfully up by her ears.
Looking for all the world like the walking personification of the art aisle
Humming under her breath though making no attempts to keep her voice down at all, the blonde sashayed her way through the Temple, making notes about things, until she came to what felt like the center of the Temple itself. All around her were dead or dying flowers, the walls were covered in gaudy images of a bearded man she could only assume was meant to be Vi, and in the centre, the crumbling remnants of what must have been a statue.
Not unlike the way a dog's tail might sag, so too did Charlie's lower, as her shoulders fell from where they'd been bunched joyfully up by her ears.
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
