Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170914125356/@comment-13488655-20170925105205

Merla slowly rustled in her sleep as she felt the cold air come in from the window. Shivering a little she nestled into Margrit's pillow, thinking that it was her mother's old friend due to her being half asleep, still dreaming of sheep  leaping over a fence and hunting beowolves with her.