Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20190619154712/@comment-39312933-20190924195531

Emme (thats her nickname) snored like a saw.

She was suddenly awakened by a sudden warmth.

She snorted awake, and noticed her finger was on fire. She calmed snuffed it out, singing her bedsheets a little. Shrugging she walked out of bed, and jumped in the shower. She realized her Winnowing Ball was tonight and she had nothing to wear.

Instantly, she was in panic mode. She took the fastest shower of her life (30 minutes), dressed in a beaded tunic, jumped into some leggings, stepped into heeled boots, braided her hair, and applied makeup. She clicked down the stairs, and plopped down at the breakfast table. On her plate in front of her were brown stalks that looked like mulch but tasted remarkably like bacon.

"I made them just the way you like them," Marella said, smiling as Emme nibbled her stalks prettily. "Nice and toasted."

"Mom, tomorrow's my Gala, and I have absolutely NOTHING to wear. Can you take me to Atlantis?"

Marella grinned at her fashionista daughter. "Sure,"

Emme grinned, finishing her breakfast. She dashed back upstairs to apply more makeup, before leaving with her mom.