by Goose » Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:34 pm
The smaller, sleeker, girlier Bruce gave a quick look around for any orcish types. She is interrupted when a peculiar cloth, caught in a strong breeze, smacks her in the face. She eeps, and holds it out in front of her, examining it.
The object is a small human girl's dress, the same that was hanging on the clothesline just before, having been blown off. It is pink, embroidered with white lace, has a bow and ruffled skirt on the back, and has pink hearts all along the dress. Whether fortunate or not all depends on your perspective, but Bruce isn't quite sure exactly what this thing in his arms is. Turning to Kraus...
"Um, Kraus... The thing that is pink, what is it being?"
The Art Goose