(ooc: Sorry ya'll...
Been feelin' a bit cruddy... *URP* Aw man...)
~She has a puzzled look on her face as the silence pierces her ears. She looks at tearing Mistral. She was rather uncomfortable at the stares of her comrades. She puts her hands up and takes a step back, her bare caloused feet hitting the cold marble reluctantly.~ "A'ight... Don't go crying now, I'll give you your boots back." ~She turns and walks back to her room, returning shortly with the pair of boots. She tosses them at Mistral from before the doorway. Entering the room she looks around, with the continuing puzzled look on her face. She fidgets with a loop in the comfortable forest green silk tunic the elves had fashioned her with, then looks up at the seering eyes. She backs away.~ "I'll just go see... See eh... If Deiter's up yet... Yes I'll just go check on him." ~She swiftly turns on a heel, taking a smooth gait down the hall to get away from the stares.~
(ooc: Urgle...
I wouldn't expect too much out of me for a bit. I'm betting you it's strep throat...
Ya'll outta let me get a full nights sleep. Oh and you're not my only source of stress!
Today's main scapegoat is Shy Boy. I will forever know the back of that head.
I get 3 notes A DAY from him via my friend and yet I don't get to see his face?
Why am I telling ya'll this mmmm? This ni-quil is making me aweful loopy... ~falls over~)