User blog comment:IdioticPerfectionist/Gorj's Happily Ever After Contest!/@comment-24550396-20140716161042

So I got off my butt and sorted out my entry,  oh, and I have mentioned Larry Esel and Pudding Esel Mishachu Tubby is aware, and I have her permission to mention her ocs. So with out further ado here it is. Also, I've tired a new art style here,and I'd appreciate some feedback from not just you, Gorj, but anyone else who would like to comment about this! ^^:



It had been a hard, long, few weeks for Abigail Thief. She had returned to her birth-forest to live her destiny and was now returning back to her little treehouse a little walk away from Nottingham. She sighed, and brushed a hand through her long tangled hair as she gazed out of the carriage window.

Rouge and Kayla should be reaching the woman that lived away in the mountains were The Snow King resided. She felt slightly guilty knowing she just ditched her reindeer and childhood friend with the girl Rouge hated the most but at the end of the day, that's what their destinies stated, and besides, she could go home to Larry and Fitzgerald when this was all over. Abigail then looked down at her muddy and slightly bloodied up hands from a bar fight the night before with her mother, Albany Thief. Not only did she have a slightly alarming cut on her right cheek, but she had a horrible headache. But that didn't matter now. "Miss Thief?" The carriage driver said as he opened the carriage door. "This is as far as I go." "Huh what now?" Abigail asked. "We're approaching the Nottingham border, and the Forest of Thieves. I can't risk going any further."

Abigail laughed, "Totally fine. You take care now." She said as she hopped out of the decorated carriage and handed the driver a large tip. The driver smiled at her and watched as she walked into the previously mentioned forest.

A few minuets into her walk and she could tell that she was being watched, a feeling that had simply become a part of everyday life. She was walking into an infamous forest after all. She then stopped in her tracks smirked. "Gaile baby, I see your foot." She said, pointing at the red and black walking boot that hung risk-fully from a tree. There was a laugh before a young, thirteen year old boy jumped down from the tree and ran towards her. "Hey mama! I missed yer!" He exclaimed, with the rouge accent Abigail once had before going to Ever After High and being taught otherwise. "I missed ya too Gaile baby." Abigail said to her son, ruffling his long curly mop of hair as they cuddled each other close.

"Mama." He said to his mother, looking at her with his sharp green eyes. "How is grandmama, Auts and Aubs?" "Autumn and Aubree are fine." Abigail told Gaile, breaking their long hug. "So is Grandmama." "How drunk was she?" He asked, incredibly intrigued, this made Abigail laugh. "We got into three verbal fights and two fist fights...and then we got into a fight in a pub last night and well..." She showed her son her scar. "Impressive huh?" "Well mama..." He said with a smirk that looked eerily familiar. "I almost broke me leg two weeks ago while me and Puddin' were stealin' some horses from some rich folk in town!" "Larry and Fitzgerlad visited?" Abigail asked, Gaile nodded. "We stayed up all night eating cookies and sweets!" The thirteen year old said with a chuckle, "Just like you and Larry used to do back in tha day!"

Abigail nodded, and then took her son's hand in hers. "Let's go home, and I'll make us some bacon sarnies, 'kay?" "Can ya burn the bacon for me?" He asked "I always do..." Abigail said with a smile.