Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617170837/@comment-3293219-20140619163759

Agatha got up, scratching her head as she wandered down stairs, it felt... strange. She could remember the day before, she and pa had gone to the grocers to get some potatoes to make pas very exciting roast potato dinner. She'd spend the afternoon scrubbing the floor, which was an incredibly useful way to use her time, it's not like she could have spent that time reading or practicing magic, becoming a god, self harming or anything useful, was it?

The Breton girl sighed and began to descend, downstairs, her nineteen year old ankles hand a real bounce to their step, compared to the current state of her legs, knees and feet...