Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5595999-20131016154512/@comment-8267955-20131017015258

((heyo. Dibs on Variel Easton and Marika Olora :)))

Variel worked on another stone sculpture, shaping it to be a cherub. She wondered if she wanted to just live her entire life just making sculptures. She was content with that. She knew that finding your true happily ever after meant finding your true happiness and she found it in the stones she molded. Her destiny was completely acceptable. She could marry whoever she wanted, live her life as a peasant, she wasn't the type who loved all those grand things. The only thing bothering her was that what would she do after her story was finished. Would she be like her father and wish to be royal again? Or would she be happily content with just the small job of a stone cutter. She could leave the job to her brother, George. "Cut now. Destiny later." Said Variel. She looked up to see what she made and was surprised to see that it was a sculpture of her friend, Percival Pendragon. Every detail was absolutely uncanny to the prince himself."Hey look you made me!" said Percy's sculpture as Variel literally jumped and hid behind a work table. "Whoa. Easton. Chill. It's just me the original." Said Percy as he came from behind the statue. "Don't do that to me!" Yelled Variel, throwing a chunk of marble at Percy.