teapotshark said
Someone needs to find this out and go on an around-the-world trip to all the inns and dig up all the floorboards in search of Dasmira's loot.
HA! She's an expert...no one will find her gold under the bed.
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HA! She's an expert...no one will find her gold under the bed.
Love the dress~
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Skipping school was not of the norm for Astrid – school was always considered important – but it was a tradition of the Dokken family. Every day, before a dance, the whole female line would go shopping with Astrid. It was hell.
She had to listen to the crone of the family comment on some sluttish dress that would compliment her thighs, or her mother fawn over a fishnet dress that was certainly against dress code. It didn't help that her mom's new boytoy kept calling every five minutes and the aunts and grandmas and greats all chimed in with a "No booty calls!" Of course Astrid joined in, but she would never admit this. It was with a great struggle that she found a fitting dress. The shoes she decided to wear we're adequate and, very much exhausted, the Huldra begged her kin to let her go home. They did so reluctantly, with her aunt promising to let her borrow a matching mask. Once they arrived home, they began to assault her with the same question:
"Who are you going with?"
"Nobody but myself. I'm going stag." Astrid answered and they all gasped.
"Sweetie, you need a handsome man on your arm so everyone knows your better than them!" Her great-grandmother crowed, pinching her cheek red.
"No I don't — everybody should already know that." Still...a dance partner could've been nice.
She had to listen to the crone of the family comment on some sluttish dress that would compliment her thighs, or her mother fawn over a fishnet dress that was certainly against dress code. It didn't help that her mom's new boytoy kept calling every five minutes and the aunts and grandmas and greats all chimed in with a "No booty calls!" Of course Astrid joined in, but she would never admit this. It was with a great struggle that she found a fitting dress. The shoes she decided to wear we're adequate and, very much exhausted, the Huldra begged her kin to let her go home. They did so reluctantly, with her aunt promising to let her borrow a matching mask. Once they arrived home, they began to assault her with the same question:
"Who are you going with?"
"Nobody but myself. I'm going stag." Astrid answered and they all gasped.
"Sweetie, you need a handsome man on your arm so everyone knows your better than them!" Her great-grandmother crowed, pinching her cheek red.
"No I don't — everybody should already know that." Still...a dance partner could've been nice.
What kind of dance is this?
Crap! Have I missed the dance? You guys are mean):<
WOOP WOOP! Bad ass cronies ;)~
So, do we have enough yet? Or no?
Dasmira had to hide her loot >.> I'm pretty sure she has gold stashed in random inns all over the land.
Hey, they're not my views. It's not fun unless her opinions are a bit skewed or senseless. Not everyone thinks things like this on both sides. Henry is focused on women rising up and becoming equal with men in every way so as a skewed version of a feminist, she doesn't want one woman to be meek because she wants the gender as a whole to have a voice. Yes, I agree it's not logical, but that's the fun of it.
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