Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26208189-20150523145533/@comment-33209858-20150524020340

"The red from dust and heart from stone, to speak and say as one of my own," Ivory replied to Pepper, offering the other female a slight dip of her head as acknowledgement. Although she didn't necessarily show it, Ivory was pleased to interact back and forth in Riddlish like this. It felt good to be amongst a bunch of her peers in general - There was no one "normal" here to judge them or look at them funny or tell them they were mad when they were already aware of that development. They could just be themselves.

She straighted her posture first - although it had already been perfect beforehand - and then straightened the silver crown atop her platinum blonde locks. She already knew for a fact that there had been no need to do such things, but did one truly need a reason to do anything? Ivory was already growing tired of reason and sensibility, and she hadn't been living in Ever After for all that long. Ivory feared that reason and sensibility was beginning to rub off on her - Why, just yesterday she found herself thinking that she should study for Crownculus because she didn't want to fairy-fail.

What a horribly reasonable thing to think.

So perhaps some time with other Wonderlandians inside the Wonderland Grove would help soothe her thoughts and remind her a bit of home.