Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20151106004753/@comment-27260597-20151107032301

Merana had just pulled out her sketchbook in Throneroom when the announcements jolted her up. She stuffed it into her enchanted cerulean scale tote, along with some scraps of fabric, two good books, and a lemon cough drop (MerMer isn't very neat, mid you)

She walked down the hallway to the mail room, gold sandals clinking on the smooth tiles, as she mused to herself. "Ooh! I bet God-dad sent me some more taffy! I hope it's caramel!"