Tauriel's a Wood-elf of Mirkwood (wood_elf) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2014-07-04 06:08:00 |
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She was sitting on the ground a pot, her clothes were next to her, she was cleaning her clothes, best she could. She had been here for like a month, perhaps less. She was adapting the best she could. The place seem to accept her as she was, only didn't have time to play with her bow and arrows, which was tucked under her bed, waiting for the day to be worked with again. |