Post by Annie on Oct 3, 2011 16:17:26 GMT -5
Annie hummed softly, hugging her rag doll Emmie tightly to her chest. Soft sounds of pawsteps filled the cabin. Confusion lit the little girl's face as Annie looked around her. "Hm...Oh well." Annie said childishly. Which she was. Annie was seven years old, in fact she was born here. Her dark purple eyes gleamed uncertainly as she looked about her.
