10-16-2020, 09:26 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width:400px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;"]Quickly behind her mother Alia came, having rushed over at the call from Goldie. She didn't quite know what she wanted to do with her pumpkin, but there were ideas swirling around in her head, hopefully she could simply pick one and go with it, rather than trying to smash them all together. It was very likely she would try to smash them all together.
Alia liked small things, so when she was searching through the pumpkins she had picked the smallest one she could find, quickly carrying it over to where her mother was and sat down, watching the paints as she tried to figure out what colors were needed for her creation.
Alia liked small things, so when she was searching through the pumpkins she had picked the smallest one she could find, quickly carrying it over to where her mother was and sat down, watching the paints as she tried to figure out what colors were needed for her creation.