Euphemia li Britannia

[Euphie had to leave the apartment. After all, it's a nice day, and there are so many people in The City she's never kissed. Clearly, this needs to be resolved. She's just glad she isn't cursed like those other people trying strange foods.

She hums a cheerful tune as she leaves her apartment to walk out among the shops!]

(OOC: B-be gentle? Anyone is welcome.)

[There is a big, bright room decorated for a little girl with small, white furniture, an array of toys, dolls, a closet stuffed with dress up clothes, and pink as far as the eye can see. It would be perfect for a little princess and, in fact, it is home to one.

Euphemia sits there at a table filled with miniature treats and, of course, tea. She's much younger than you'd remember her, but that doesn't mean she won't remember you. She might just gloss over the details. Stuffed animals are sitting on some of the other seats as she rambles on to them about many things from importance of brushing their teeth to how nice Mr. Bear looks in his top hat.

Everything about the room is perfectly suited to hold a child's interest forever. She just needs some more people to play with and then she'll never have any reason to leave. Which is exactly what she wants.]

( OOC )

[Euphie is bundled up and outside the apartments just enjoying how pretty everything looks.]

Do you think this snow is right for building a snowman?