Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-10860529-20130710051427

While vulgarities weren't quite her preferred reign, Cynthea on occasion had a way with words. After all, some have claimed her father's story to be the mouthpiece of the author who wrote it.

But of course, the conversation ceased, and she watched as a brunette - well, Avril that was - assimilate in their now small group. Thea bit her tongue at first - best to think before you speak, she thought. No stuttering, no nervous breakdowns, no siree hex.

"Ah, a novel of high regard," she started. The basics of The Three Musketeers were not unknown her, though it had been some time since it crossed her mind.

A brief, albeit awkwasd pause filled the space where one would normally say their name, and it was only after the fact that she when did hastily added. "Oh! Um, Cynthea Mallard, b-by the way."

Cynthea's gaze momentarily caught notice of a girl in red. She almost seemed familiar - from another Andersen tale, perhaps? One in particular came in mind, but the swan-to-be had others to keep focus on.

((OOC: beyond a sliiiight dose of busy and other things, I was waiting on MagickPaws? Didn't want to go too far ahead. *-*))