Those that enter Town Hall on that hot and humid day find a slender blonde sitting in the front office, makeup half-melted and hair frizzing terribly, scribbling away at some paperwork.
"I'll be right with you," she mutters, seeming utterly miserable. "Could you shut the door, please? I know it's stuffy in here, but it's the only way to keep the bloody crabs from stealing all our pens."
-Rainy Day-
It's a rainy Saturday on Marrow Isle. The sky has been overcast all day, which is hardly out of the ordinary for the gray and cloud-laden island. But the solemn clouds hanging overhead have grown thicker throughout the day, and without warning, the sky breaks. A downpour drops from above as if dumped from a giant bucket.
Seeing someone on the street (a new resident, perhaps?) Dahlia pops open her umbrella and briskly walks to match pace with the other person. "Hi there," she says, smiling warmly. "Need some help staying dry?"
Dahlia Leeds || NPC || OTA
Those that enter Town Hall on that hot and humid day find a slender blonde sitting in the front office, makeup half-melted and hair frizzing terribly, scribbling away at some paperwork.
"I'll be right with you," she mutters, seeming utterly miserable. "Could you shut the door, please? I know it's stuffy in here, but it's the only way to keep the bloody crabs from stealing all our pens."
-Rainy Day-
It's a rainy Saturday on Marrow Isle. The sky has been overcast all day, which is hardly out of the ordinary for the gray and cloud-laden island. But the solemn clouds hanging overhead have grown thicker throughout the day, and without warning, the sky breaks. A downpour drops from above as if dumped from a giant bucket.
Seeing someone on the street (a new resident, perhaps?) Dahlia pops open her umbrella and briskly walks to match pace with the other person. "Hi there," she says, smiling warmly. "Need some help staying dry?"