Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27181220-20150824012706/@comment-27181220-20150828143525

Annabelle smiled, and replied to Miraspella. "Well, I guess you'd have to say it was my great-great-grandmother. She passed on the joy of baking down to my great-grandmother, who passed it on to my great-grandmother, who passed it on to my grandmother, who passed it on to my mom, and now me!"

That's when she could hear a faint cry of help. "It sounds like someone's in trouble!" She exclaimed. She ran in the direction the call was from. She saw Aria Quickstep's hair caught in the vines of roses. "I've got this!" She said as she stepped toward the rosebush. She hummed a pretty tune, and roses sprout from the thorns, pushing the daughter of the first dancing princess's hair out of the thorns. It shouldn't have been too painful, she thought. I don't find roses painful at your hair.