Shoden Moz
Lady Mischief of Nordel
Mischief.
The order of the day never really changed for the young girl, chuckling to herself as she walked through the Commenor Royal Palace, her one hand running up through her scarlet hair as she considered what to do. She'd been growing comfortable with life here, her father was quite doting when he wasn't busy with paperwork in his office. Not that she minded the lengthy breaks from him, and the caretakers she would inevitably slip from to explore on her own. Unlike dad, the caretakers always treated her like she was in danger at all times, on account of the aforementioned single hand issue, which was stupid. She could probably do better on her own than they could, after all she knew how to throw a solid punch!
She pressed herself against a wall as the ever frantic growing caretaker passed her for like, the eight time in less than an hour, struggling to contain her laughter. She'd return before Darlyn was out of work, of course, but there were other things she wanted to do today before she went out with her adoptive father. Namely she really wanted to sit in [member="Lady Kay"]'s chair. The problem? Well... who would trust her with the keys to Auntie Kay's office? No only one person would have that...
So she went quickly to the desk of one Miss Olivia, finding an empty spot on the edge and hopping up, holding herself still with her hand and giving the woman seated there an innocent smile. "Hello Miss Olivia! Is Auntie in her office? She promised to show me how to make tea today." A blatant, complete fabrication. But an innocent, harmless one.
The order of the day never really changed for the young girl, chuckling to herself as she walked through the Commenor Royal Palace, her one hand running up through her scarlet hair as she considered what to do. She'd been growing comfortable with life here, her father was quite doting when he wasn't busy with paperwork in his office. Not that she minded the lengthy breaks from him, and the caretakers she would inevitably slip from to explore on her own. Unlike dad, the caretakers always treated her like she was in danger at all times, on account of the aforementioned single hand issue, which was stupid. She could probably do better on her own than they could, after all she knew how to throw a solid punch!
She pressed herself against a wall as the ever frantic growing caretaker passed her for like, the eight time in less than an hour, struggling to contain her laughter. She'd return before Darlyn was out of work, of course, but there were other things she wanted to do today before she went out with her adoptive father. Namely she really wanted to sit in [member="Lady Kay"]'s chair. The problem? Well... who would trust her with the keys to Auntie Kay's office? No only one person would have that...
So she went quickly to the desk of one Miss Olivia, finding an empty spot on the edge and hopping up, holding herself still with her hand and giving the woman seated there an innocent smile. "Hello Miss Olivia! Is Auntie in her office? She promised to show me how to make tea today." A blatant, complete fabrication. But an innocent, harmless one.