Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-3991308-20150703052829

"Do you think that's fair?" Estella asked Dobrya. "Those who are rich aren't necessarily better than those who aren't, and yet they're remembered more vibrantly in death." She grind her teeth, just to stop herself from launching into a spiel about inequality or something.

The artist turned to face the Deathless, eyeing her with the utmost curious look. You didn't tend to see such sullen and wrinkled faces at Ever After High, and the other girl struck Estella as oddly fascinating.

Estella suddenly realised she had been staring at her for a good portion of a minute.

"Don't make me apologise for staring," she said. "I'm an artist. I'm supposed to observe people. Who are you, anyway?"