07-14-2018, 06:30 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]"These look lovely ..." Rochelle tenderly murmured, her eyes fastened to the seaside trinkets. She padded close to them, neck craning so she could just slightly hover over the necklaces and chimes. The scent of brine and sun on the gifts was a comfort to the wolf, who smiled gently, glancing up to look at Solveig. "I'd love to join but ... I'm afraid I'm just a bit clumsy with this kind of stuff ..." The dark brown wolf gave a little laugh at herself. She was hesitant to attempt making one not for her lack of patience to sit down and thread the beads and shells, however it was her timidness of looking stupid.
But how stupid could the necklace really look, especially if she tried? "It wouldn't hurt to try, though ..." Rochelle then bobbed her head to one side, just before she took a seat nearby Solveig. Still enamored by the previous creations, she had to direct her attention to what she was now doing, intent on figuring out how to properly create one.
But how stupid could the necklace really look, especially if she tried? "It wouldn't hurt to try, though ..." Rochelle then bobbed her head to one side, just before she took a seat nearby Solveig. Still enamored by the previous creations, she had to direct her attention to what she was now doing, intent on figuring out how to properly create one.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags