Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25628880-20151111183145/@comment-27039766-20151115221314

When someone actually sat next to her, it made Ari jump, dropping her crochet hooks. After blushing and mumbling an apology, the six-armed girl scooped them back up, shushing her own pet spider in her purse.

"... I'm sorry, did you say something about venomous?"

It wasn't often that someone other than herself recognized the difference between venomous and poisonous, and the name Webster made her think of spiders, her kin. It was rather odd. No one wanted to be near spiders.

"O-Oh, that was rude.. I'm Ariadne."

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The eldest Danser returned the hug wholeheartedly, grinning from ear to ear. Thank Grimm there was someone here who she knew. Brown curls fell in the 18 year old's face, and she huffed. Stupid hair - she might have to straighten it for the beauty portion, a thought that distressed her.

"Bella, I didn't know you were in the pageant too! This is going to be great, can you believe we both got in?"