Aug 17, 2017
→ Starter for Merita:
→ The cold was biting at Crow’s nose, nipping like a tiny animal. The small girl dressed in all the proper clothes was waiting outside for the Arrows maid, she didn’t mind waiting, of course, though jumping in place to stay warm was getting a bit old. She readjusted her backpack - filled with rocks and such- and called up to the manor in her perky bird chirp of a voice. → “Meriiiitaaaa?!” She called leaning in to the door, as if that would help project her voice somehow.