[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74227/posts/ooc?page=2#post-2308983]Poppy[/url] was in a silly mood.

For several hours she darted around the kitchen, hiding spices from the cooks, untying apron knots, and nicking tiny handfuls of sugar. She had just made up a game that had her removing the coppers from a man’s purse and whenever he wasn’t paying attention plopping them into his mug of ale. She wanted to see his round, fat face flush when he had finally noticed her handiwork and the coppers rattled against his teeth. Maybe he'd think he won a prize. It was all she could do not to burst out into a giggle fit just thinking of it. 

As the man was about to drink the last gulp of frothy ale and discover her secret game, a voice from behind her filled the room as everyone else seemed to grow quiet. Half-listening, she couldn't make it out. Something about ‘Prism-Cattle’? She turned to see a small group gathering around a table, but from her hiding spot Poppy couldn’t see who or what they were looking at. Her wings hummed softly as she rose through the air above the stinky townsmen until she saw her. In the middle of this slowly forming pack of people was a lady with a large sword at her side and hair that was long and…

“Purple!” she squealed. Poppy whizzed over just behind the the sword-lady, trembling with excitement as she admired the waterfall of soft, tumbling lavender that fell down the lady’s shoulders. Her brown eyes shined with delight--and perhaps a little envy--as she reached out with a tiny hand into the violet hair, slowly removing a long, loose strand. “It’s gorgeous!” Poppy cried. Turning the hair in her palms reverently, she wrapped it around her wrist several times into a loosely woven violet bracelet. Thrilled, Poppy's wings thrummed as she darted around the beautiful head of hair to the front until she hovered about eye level with this magnificent creature.

“Excuse me, you’re stunning. I’m Poppy,” she said, twirling in the air, holding out her freshly bangled wrist ostentatiously in front of the lady. “Where did you say you were going? ‘Brittle Vassal’ or ‘Risen Gas-Well’? Anyway, I’m coming with you, just let me have some more of your hair. Please. I’ve never seen purple hair on a lady before. Doesn’t it look nice on me too?”