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Colley · 08-21-2011, 08:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Yes, Sierra was rather fond of her name. No one she knew had the time, so whenever she heard it, she was sure people were referring to her. It was unique, and therefore she liked it. Even though it meant something boring like mountain. "Hmm, Taryn," she repeated. It reminded her oddly of tearing paper or getting ripe in your stockings. Now she's always think of stockings when she thought of Taryn Hayden...

"You've got a nice name, too," she added. She grew quiet as she listened to Taryn talk about make-up and lotion. It made Sierra miss the parts of being a teenager that she'd taken for granted years earlier. Not having a mother sort of took a lot of the experiences away from her. "How old are you, Taryn?" she finally asked. "Thirteen? Fourteen?" If she was thirteen, Sierra was going to start feeling way behind when it came to growing up in general. Did this girl even go to Hogwarts? She hadn't seen her around, but then again, Sierra wasn't exactly the world's best social butterfly either.

Taryn had picked up a bottle of apple scented shampoo, and twisted the lid off to take a sniff. Ooooooh. That was lovely! "Thirteen." She replied, offering the bottle to the girl, "Do you like apples? This smells lovely." She went searching for the matching conditioner, "How old are you?" She LOOKED to be the same age, but perhaps she was a midget? Sometimes, one could never really tell until one put their foot in their mouth.

08-21-2011, 08:26 PM	#223 (permalink)
Colley Ghost Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Shiz Posts: 70,310 Hogwarts RPG Name: Xavieria Bole Graduated	♥ Touch Lass! \| MOON OF MY LIFE \| Lemon's Winner \| Inside Kitty Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana Yes, Sierra was rather fond of her name. No one she knew had the time, so whenever she heard it, she was sure people were referring to her. It was unique, and therefore she liked it. Even though it meant something boring like mountain. "Hmm, Taryn," she repeated. It reminded her oddly of tearing paper or getting ripe in your stockings. Now she's always think of stockings when she thought of Taryn Hayden... "You've got a nice name, too," she added. She grew quiet as she listened to Taryn talk about make-up and lotion. It made Sierra miss the parts of being a teenager that she'd taken for granted years earlier. Not having a mother sort of took a lot of the experiences away from her. "How old are you, Taryn?" she finally asked. "Thirteen? Fourteen?" If she was thirteen, Sierra was going to start feeling way behind when it came to growing up in general. Did this girl even go to Hogwarts? She hadn't seen her around, but then again, Sierra wasn't exactly the world's best social butterfly either. Taryn had picked up a bottle of apple scented shampoo, and twisted the lid off to take a sniff. Ooooooh. That was lovely! "Thirteen." She replied, offering the bottle to the girl, "Do you like apples? This smells lovely." She went searching for the matching conditioner, "How old are you?" She LOOKED to be the same age, but perhaps she was a midget? Sometimes, one could never really tell until one put their foot in their mouth.