Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170914125356/@comment-25363089-20171023015428

"Thanks but no thanks dear...i can't stand the smell of mint.". Margrit lied to merla it wasn't that she hated mint it was just that; She didn't want another child worring about her well being it was bad enough she had her kids complaining to her about it. She also had to deal with Flint smuggling her packs away to some unknown place where she couldn't find them; Causing her to buy more of the death sticks it was getting to become a hassel for her. But the more she thought about it the more she wanted to smoke.

She knew she had to quite some day sooner or later but right now. All she needed was something for Merla to do. Then it struck her! A idea came into Margrit's mind as she halted in her pacing and chucked the cigerette from her mouth. She looked up at the towering tree that seemed to reach the heavens. "That is it.". She muttered to herself as she then walked over to Merla's side and examined the girl a bit. "Mmmhmm. Uh alright. Can you climb good? Are you scared of heights?". Margrit asked Merla.