Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950523-20160409004044/@comment-25954732-20160428233643

((Took me forever to think of a response... Even so, I'm not too happy with this one! ^^"))

Fire.

If there was one thing in the world that Quinn despised more than her parents and possibly Ark Pellen, it was fire. Flames had a way of igniting her anxieties to the point where she'd end up curled into a ball, sobbing pathetically from stress. Luckily, the fire was quickly contained, but that didn't mean her worry had just vanished into thin air with it.

Therefore, that was how she spent the next few moments shaking by a tree while the other party members began to speculate and mutter amongst themselves... right up until the ultimatum was announced.

Quinn stepped forward, her expression clearly upset. Arms crossed, she examined the crowd, searching for any hint of guilt. In her rage, she wasn't nearly so observant and couldn't pinpoint the culprit(s). "P-Please confess. This i-is a party, n-not an excuse f-for arson." It was a harsh word to use, but she felt it suited the occasion.

Her piece finished, Quinn retreated back to the safety of her tree.

((This post sucks... Really, really sorry. ^^"))