Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26972097-20160312231643/@comment-26709630-20160313211401

Marcelle clasped her hands together. She began to tap one foot- something she did when she was umcomfortable. "But- I can't relax. I can't. I have a reputation to keep." She touched the daisy crown. '''"What would others say if they knew the daughter of the March Hare wasn't really mad?!" '''she exclaimed. She immediatly threw her hand over her mouth. Now she had to go. Now. Now, now, now.