Who: Giselle and OPEN What: Being glad to hear and speak again, but being sad When: Early afternoon Where: A bench in the park Why: She was attacked by the Gentlemen, and Giselle is too damn cute not to be upset about it Warnings: None yet
Giselle sat by herself on a bench under a tree in the park. The birds were chirping, and that made her heart glad, but she was still shaken. Some strange men had come into her room and had tried to hurt her. She had just barely managed to get away. She still wasn't even sure how she'd managed to slip away, it was such a blur to her.
Her dress, which she had expertly crafted from the drapes hanging in her bedroom (she would make some new ones later) was ripped at the shoulder and at the bottom hem. She hadn't felt like repairing it yet. And there was a bruise on her cheek. One of the men had tried to hold her down when she ran. No one had ever attacked her before, with the exception of Narissa. And she had been a dragon then. No person had ever actually attacked her before. Giselle just couldn't imagine why someone would want to hurt her.
A little gray squirrel scampered up to Giselle's feet. She smiled sadly at it and held out her hand. The squirrel nuzzled Giselle's fingers and wiggled its whiskers at her. "Hi there, little friend," she said to the squirrel. The squirrel wiggled its tail as if it understood her.