rose: play dress-up

[fluthlu]

[In want of a quiet place to knit, Rose has taken her yarn and her needles into the library this morning, and commandeered a table near the back. She's just finishing up what looks like a tiny, purple sweater, but the recipient of the garment doesn't seem to like it took much.]

Edgar, yarn isn't a digestible material. Please refrain from eating your own clothing.

[A tiny black kitten, who's been rolling around on the table, gently drops the sweater sleeve from his mouth before meowing loudly into the journal and hopping off the table to explore the rest of the library.]

((ooc: open post!))

Comments

[fluthlu]

I would be interested to know if size breeds malevolence, or if the two are merely a coincidental correlation.

[inafadingcrown]

I am more wont to think it is power, or the desire for it, rather than size, which causes many to fall.

[fluthlu]

[It takes her a moment to answer. This woman keeps saying things that hit right at home for her.]

A wise analysis.

[inafadingcrown]

[Possibly because they hit right at home for her too.]

One borne of experience, I fear.

[fluthlu]

Likewise.

[She offers a weak, bland smile. This is nothing to smile about, but she feels that she should offer something.]

[inafadingcrown]

I am sorry to hear it. [And she offers a slight smile in return.] But we have strayed into talk of things more dark than I would have liked. Let us cast such thoughts aside for the moment and take joy in what light there is now.

[fluthlu]

Ah, yes. [She looks a little guilty.] I'm sorry.

[inafadingcrown]

You needn't be.