Everything was a fucking mess, god damn. First, she had the argument with Byriath and Devraj over her son Angelembrace and now she was having to navigate around the damages of the mudslide. Aphra did not enjoy the fact that her perfect white fur was being ruined by mud and it was making her more irritable by the minute.

"At least you still shine bright." Aphra hummed a tune as she stared down into the river, a soft smile on her features. She wore Winterhymn's crown on her head, fortunately something she had been wearing at the time of the mudslide and therefore it hadn't gotten too dirty. Holding in a breath, Aphra stepped into the water, gritting her teeth at how cold it was. Just be here long enough to get the mud off of your fur. Everything will fine. Alright, so maybe she was idiotic and getting into the river was only going to make dirt and mud cling to her more, but of course this prissy bitch didn't realize that.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]