 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
With her heels clacking as she crossed the hall, Pandora followed the Goblin back to the window they had began at, her purse definately heavier.
With a flourish of her hand, Pandora pulled the scarf from her head, and paused for a moment to check her hair in the relfection, before turning her attention to the Goblin, "Where would you like me to sign?" she asked, magicing a quill out of thin air. |