Post by Moonstruck on Mar 19, 2015 14:37:42 GMT -5
The pure white queen had found herself at the docks, watching the waves and finding their rhythm oddly soothing. That in itself was a curiosity as when she had been back home in France the water hadn't had such a quality before, it seemed unique to her time in London. Although, Girddlebone supposed that really France couldn't be thought of as 'home' anymore, she'd definitely been in London long enough to consider the city home - especially as she had established herself in a tribe. And thoughts of returning to France were futile, it wouldn't happen. Despite Gridd's joy at the romantic ideals that lived there and seemed to be farther in between here in London, which may have something to do with her being a Hench. The white queen held back a snort at that thought - snorting was rather unladylike and she never knew when the next tom she'd work on charming would come along, considering that her attempts at charming her darling leader had failed. Infuriated at her latest failed attempt (which was simply brushed off by Macavity) Griddlebone has sought out the docks in order to calm her thoughts and regain her normal sultry composure as she lounged there, staring at the waves.
