Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150819015518

Angeline flinched as the two-what, fairies?-touched the ground. She watched as they saw Annie, and left the rusty knife where it was.

"Oh, hello, Miss Emma.", Angeline answered, thinking smiling would've been a bit much in this situation. "Miss Annie was hurt by that bush, I think," she explained, gesturing to the pile of wilted leaves and upturned roots. "I'm not sure how long she was like this, but I asked a friend of mine to come help. Only problem is..." The patchwork child looked down the corridor.

"...she's not here yet."