/// @daughteroffrost don’t make me jump !!
‘ MOUSE! ’ EXCLAMATION THROWN THROUGH BLOODIED LIPS, the poor girl is startled a moment, stiff as a doll ere her arms fold tight across her chest. Her glower is placed as a mask upon marble countenance. Alice’s cheeks momentarily flush pink, and she huffs, ‘ I forget just how well you sneak. I suppose that’s a fault of mine. ’ Her feet settle upon dust, an unsteady rhythm is beat upon her sleeve with ashen fingertips, ‘ Still, a bell about your neck would serve well, I think. ’









