Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-76.118.55.65-20150812045228/@comment-27235572-20150817164604

"I p-paint landscapes mostly... W-Watercolor is usually h-how I do it." Quinn explained softly. She didn't really like talking about herself and what she liked to do. For her, art was something important to her, maybe even sacred. Talking about it somehow seemed blasphemous and she felt uncomfortable.

Quinn bit her lip sharply as Radiant explained about unicorn polo. "Oh." She replied simply, not really sure as to what polo was. Even though she was technically partly royal, no one played the game in her town and she had never seen it played anywhere.

Quinn felt like she was suffocating, like her dress was squeezing her until she popped. Quickly finishing off her water (she didn't care how undignified it might have seemed) and wiping her mouth with a quick movement of her rough napkin, she quickly said an apology and fled. She needed some room to breathe.