Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-10860529-20130711010711

"The Ugly Duckling," Cynthea started, making a mental note to read the works Airmid mentioned. "I'm his daughter, that is." For the life of her, she could never figure out how anyone could could name their own son 'Ugly' - her own aunt wasn't even that harsh, for that dim for that matter. Blinking, she added:

"Though, he really isn't a duck technically, more that everyone thought he was a duck at the time but then he grew into a swan? It's a little complicated... yeah." An arm linked timidly to an folded elbow, a finger twirling twirling delicately around an auburn dreadlock.