Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161013190406/@comment-26709630-20161025164405

"Oh? I must've missed that class subject. I did get sick once last years, perhaps that's why. Did... the frog actually turn into a prince?" She hoped she didn't look to eager to here Dainty's answer. Gracie was naturally quite the curious young princess, and the idea of a simple frog actually becoming a prince seemed to be such a far-off idea. "And your kisses have power? Like, you don't need true love?" At this point her soft gray eyes were round with all the questions she was putting forth. Normally she was able to hold her child-like inquisity in, but apparently not today. Perhaps the excitement of moving in was the cause.

Gracie nodded at Dainty's offer to unpack her clothes, though within she already was feeling embarrassed. If anything, her wardrobe consisted of peasant blouses, jeans of different colors (mostly regular, white, black, and gray), a few skirts, and lots of bows. And of course, the color magenta was almost always present. And there might still be a bit of dust around the cuffs her pants from riding. She suddenly felt almost self conscience about her clothing, something she had never felt before. "Of course, feel free to do that! Thanks again, this is just so nice of you."

She herself moved to the bag containing the things for her bed. She couldn't help but think that the white mattress looked dreadfully bare without any sort of coverings.