#{muse: fern}

[lewsinningcorner]

''Stop calling Miss Frieren a fat ass... is really offensive...

...you should say that to me, is factually correct...''

[doughyduo]

Fat women.

But floating.

[doughyduo]

Huffing.

Of course she hasn’t noticed…

[bxllua-blog]

@lostflowxr

   Her fingers carefully thread around the wooden handle of her umbrella. Ears ringing with the constant chatter of raindrops smacking its thin top, as she ducked her head down in an attempt to avoid the water draining out over the edges of the fabric. Her open-toed shoes already soaked through to her feet, and stained with scattered bits of mud.        But a smile still finds itself upon her soft features at the sight of a young woman looming outside of the door to her shop. The lights within still as dim as she had left them that morning, but the darkness of the interior of the store seemed little to deter to the women. Not that Fern minded, she was happy enough to have someone interested in her services.        A breeze ruffles her curly hair, and shakes her umbrella, but with it comes the various scents attached to the young women, and Fern finds herself hesitating for a moment. She smells familiar. Fern casts aside her more timid nature to make her way over to the stranger.  

     “Excuse me, are you looking for something?”