Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26461452-20150528032546/@comment-26208189-20150606090600

Yvonne flew in, like she always did. That owl was so nosy. Owls don't even have noses! "Well, I know a thing or two about... dissapointments." The younger Rothbrat allowed the last word to roll of her tongue a bit slower. "After all, what more to hexpect from a future Queen?"

Cynthia silently leapt for joy. She wanted to go hunt down Yvonne, when Yvonne came to them instead. "What are you here for, Rothbrat?"

"No one pushes my brother around," Yvonne screeched, "Hexcept me. And last I checked, you're not me."

She eyed Duchess, "You can already turn into swans, so why not just make it involuntary. You'll be back to your regular witchy selves by tomorrow." She snapped her fingers and watched... nothing.

"I see," Yvonne said, "Storybook issues. Well, you'll hopefully turn into swans tonight, so honk away while you sleep!"