Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190410150804/@comment-38232361-20190425140846

"Aaand... done!" Mirabelle skips a few steps from her tent and proudly admires her handiwork. The ground below it cleared of rocks and sticks, dug and reburried for a softer ground to bed on, covered in a thick canvass sheet. The tent taught and picturesque, firmly planted by the stakes holding it in place. It was a modest tent, only room for one and her bag, but it was all she needed and she set it up right. "So how's yours coming along Miss Mon..." Mirabelle lookedover to see how her female companions tent was doing and went slackjawed. "Um..."