Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5297572-20161017181348/@comment-33209858-20161102233052

Penelopea examined the toy store with wide emerald eyes. She had never been to a toy store before. Extremely spoiled as a child, Penelopea's parents had always gone out and bought her what they believed she liked. Therefore, the redheaded princess had never actually shopped for herself before. Her first time stepped foot in a Hans Christian Dior had been her first year at Ever After High.

She entered and gazed in wonder and awe, '''"I've never been in a toy store before." '''She admitted, mostly to herself. It had just sort of slipped out, without her realizing her words before it was too late. Pen stole a quick glance at Marissa, expecting pity or something like that. After all, what sort of child had never had the joy of picking out toys for themselves?

Still, she was determined to stay on guard. If Marissa was trying to get her to sympathize with the Rebels, and Roybels too, then Penelopea had to watch out. Despite her apparent awe in the childish magic of toy stores, the princess was still pretty deadset in her ways. Tradition had been hammered into her system from an extremely young age, and it would be hard to undo all the work her parents, grandparents, cousins and friends had done over the course of 16 years.