Jan 29, 2020
Charity Burbage rushes through the corridors with the energy of a star about to explode, and the glittery trail behind her to match. Her hair is unkempt and her eyes a bit glazed, her mind obviously elsewhere. She is clutching a half-ream of papers as if they were diamond encrusted, and this precious parchment is the apparent source of the sparkly dust falling behind her with each step. Suddenly she veers, as if she’s lost her balance somehow...