sighs, trying to figure out what to do
sighs, wondering if anyone is around to talk to
[Event 2] Its 1812 and the still healing scar on her back from York burned uncomfortably under her uniform.
[Event 1] smiles to herself, pulling the cloak tighter around herself. It would take awhile for anyone to notice she was missing. All she_
[Event] is preoccupied. Her hands aren't cooling down like they should be. Its getting hard for her not to let some of the energy slip
very cold feet and is searching for fuzzy socks
[Event] is busy bandaging her neck back up.
hisses, glaring at her alarm clock. Too early.