Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150905033142/@comment-25686329-20150908025210

Oop, there she was.

At least, he assumed that was her. She was alone, looked equally as hexcitedly nervous as he was, and appeared to be searching for someone, so those seemed to be pretty good indicators.

Woah.

She was pretty.

Like, really pretty.

Not that physical appearances held much weight, at least in his mind. He remembered the first time he genuinely realized that outer beauty had exactly no bearing on what lied within. Bethany Buckson was gorgeous and she turned out to be a real witch... literally.

Sad part was, a lot of people didn't have lying within either. He had yet to meet anyone who truly allowed him to have... fun.

He mentally berrated himself for not expecting her to be good looking. She was called Fay Fairer, for frick's sake.

He gave a small, closed-mouth smile and waved with one hand.

"Hey." He said, just loud enough to catch her attention.