Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131129054323

Citrine sat in her sniping seat, wringing her hands nervously. She was going to spend the day at the festival with Messer, but also agreed to go to the dance. She glanced at the box sitting before her. The dress inside was several years old, though Citrine had only worn it twice.

"Do you think he'll like it? I mean, I haven't worn it much. Does it look good on me?"

She looked at the extra seat they had installed recently. Trystin called back from the pilot's seat.

"You'll be fine! You always look good! Just relax, and try not to paint everone!"

Poking her tongue out in his direction, she tried to calm her nerves.

''Calm. Today will be fun. Today shall have no paint.''

A smile broke onto her face.

Today shall have Messer!

Trsytin shouted back to her,

"We're here, go get your boyfriend already!"

Citrine's face flushed red, she said nothing, hitting the button for the door. As it opened she jumped out at the front of Beacon. 