Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24582779-20150819211205/@comment-26208189-20150820020737

Marie grimaced at the mere watch of gardening. The winter was amazing. So... white... so pure... so clean. Now it was all... dirt.

Ugh.

She hated it.

"Put that pot away from me!" She shrieked at Aprileene, who was skipping about with a porcelain pot of peonies, pink, no less. Eugh. Sure, her destiny was gardening, but that included dirt. And lots of it.

She hated dirt.

Marie tugged at her gloves and at the egdes of her yellow coat. "Clean yourself up," she barked. "You have dirt smudges," she began to gesture to anywhere on her body, "everywhere."