Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540311-20200125185518/@comment-44390494-20200209023632

By the time Elaine got to the top of the tree, her flaming hair had twigs and leaves sticking from out of it; her face (as usual) was smudged with dirt here and there; the fine gown her mother had forced her into had turned more of a purple-brown rather than lavender, its sleeves were rolled up, and, to Elaine's relief, she'd managed to rip the fuzzy skirt off, leaving her only with the forest-green pants she'd managed to sneak on before leaving.