(Sorry for the late reply)

Appoline gazed after her brother, wishing she had thought to do the same. That would be a great source of entertainment. Besides, she had to set an example.
Snapping her attention back to her mother, Appoline shoved a piece of bread into her mouth. She wasn't too hungry-she was more eager to get going. "Yes," Appoline smirked.
Annoying others might as well be the highlight of Appoline's day; it wasn't like there was much else to do. Besides, most of the time her success could easily be gaged by the expression on the victim's face. It may very well be the only thing Appoline was truly successful in.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=95872&page=15#142 Author: Whiterosealliance Time Posted: 2/24/2021 at 10:40 PM (oops, i meant to write unintelligible voices last post.) You see nothing for a brief second, just plain darkness until you sense the presence of two other people in the room. You are then able to see your newly red tinted surroundings. Flickering purple-red lines pulse throughout the area. Some of those purple lines form the two somewhat undefined figures in front of you which are the source of the whispers you heard. They strangely resembled your parents and are speaking louder now, but their words remain drowned out and distorted. Their voices seem excited but they realize you can't understand a thing their saying. Although you haven't moved an inch, your perspective then moves towards and past the door, following your ghostly parents as they quickly go through empty hallways until you reach a room where a bunch of fellow prisoners take keys from a pair of knocked out guards. All you see is pitch black again. Their presence struggles to stay there before disappearing altogether like a snuffed out flame. Though everything was quite sudden and happened rather quickly, you have a mental route of where to go. (Tell me if I'm going too fast)

(nah this is good, I consider myself quick to catch on! xD)
"Holy mother of..." I whisper, voice barely audible, before it fades out entirely. That was..... very, very strange. But, if the vision was right, that means (a number of things,) but most importantly right now, there's a prison break. I'm free from my bonds, and I could join the larger prisoner group in hopes of a successful escape. Of course, that could also be quite risky.

Nova looks at the figure a little closer...

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=95872&page=12#116 Author: Whiterosealliance Time Posted: 2/6/2021 at 3:54 PM It's another winter morning in Mirance. Snow blanketed buildings and birds were migrating south. People were all bundled up in winter clothing as they went to work. Peddlers occasionally passed by, selling trinkets they claimed to be enchanted and little kids would run up to them excitedly. And your brother was in his wolf form, scratching up a perfectly good table as he gobbled up a steak cheekily. "Adonis! Get off the table," your mother barked at him. He ran past you, evading punishment by going to the bedroom and locking the door. "That boy," she said and sighs. "Appoline, did you eat your breakfast yet?" A small variety of meats, mainly deer hunted last night, some eggs, and bread was at the table.

"You best not be thinking of getting yourself into trouble, young lady," your mother said as she started clearing the table. "If you have nothing better to do, take that basket with apples and bring it to Mary." She pointed to a quaint little weaved basket which sat at the kitchen counter, waiting for you. Of course, you could just refuse and go out and do your own thing.

(It's okay, just remember to quote next time)

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=95872&page=15#149 Author: Whiterosealliance Time Posted: 3/1/2021 at 10:25 AM [quote=2460755] "You best not be thinking of getting yourself into trouble, young lady," your mother said as she started clearing the table. "If you have nothing better to do, take that basket with apples and bring it to Mary." She pointed to a quaint little weaved basket which sat at the kitchen counter, waiting for you. Of course, you could just refuse and go out and do your own thing. (It's okay, just remember to quote next time)

(Okay, thanks!)

Appoline glanced thoughtfully at the basket of apples. Doing a 'chore' was the last thing she wanted to do - and it completely denied her personality. Yet, if she took it, she would have a good reason to leave. Nobody would be as suspicious as if she just left. . .
Appoline wrapped her wrist around the left side of the basket, lifting it up. The basket was far heavier than she had expected, and Appoline was thankful she didn't drop it - although she did come close. Adjusting her grip, Appoline started towards Mary.