Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26972097-20160312231643/@comment-26709630-20160324225206

Marcelle's eyes widened ever so slightly. She was speechless for a moment or two. She hadn't even thought about what she had just said. This could become rather complicated.

"Mm... Well... you know how I'm not... mad?" It was hard for Marcelle to say these words. It was against the instincts she had built for herself. She created these instincts for the protection of her false madness. "The other Wonderlandians can tell. They know. Any Wonderland knows fake madness when they see it. They often try to tell others that I'm not really mad, so... well... we aren't on the friendliest terms. I don't exactly want my brother to be around my enemies. But perhaps I shouldn't feel that way. After all, they aren't his enemies..." Marcelle sighed softy.