04-25-2018, 03:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-25-2018, 03:35 AM by Belladonna.)
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Now this was something you don't see every day. Belladonna was practically glowing as she padded through Tanglewood's town, a spring in her step and of all things, a brand new hat above her head.
It was rather oversized and flopped on the sides from the broad brim, but the navy blue hat suited Belladonna exponentially - it had a purple sash and she'd tucked a sunflower into it. But it was obvious that the hat had been handmade - and not by Belladonna.
Any sharp-eyed Tanglewood member would have noticed Happycamper and Belladonna hanging out the last few days, but this was one of the first times for a while that Belladonna was by herself - and unaware of the verbal bombardment she was about to receive, she sat down on one side of camp, beneath a ragged, twisted, mutated willow, to retrieve her book from her satchel, and to open up her humongous tome to read.
"Speech."
It was rather oversized and flopped on the sides from the broad brim, but the navy blue hat suited Belladonna exponentially - it had a purple sash and she'd tucked a sunflower into it. But it was obvious that the hat had been handmade - and not by Belladonna.
Any sharp-eyed Tanglewood member would have noticed Happycamper and Belladonna hanging out the last few days, but this was one of the first times for a while that Belladonna was by herself - and unaware of the verbal bombardment she was about to receive, she sat down on one side of camp, beneath a ragged, twisted, mutated willow, to retrieve her book from her satchel, and to open up her humongous tome to read.
"Speech."
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[b][i]I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT YOUR LIFE
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[b][i]THE FLEETING SENSE OF LOVE
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