Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26972097-20160312231643/@comment-26709630-20160313190251

Marcelle sighed. She plopped down nto the grass, to tired to go anywhere at the moment. She picked a few clovers and spun them into a necklace before setting them aside. "Madness is the key to all important things in Wonderland," she said softly with a faint trace of wistfullness. Marcelle was worried that she was letting her guard down. That wasn't good. For a moment she remembered a dark swirling green mass in the sky and she shuddered.