Troye Smith
Active Member
- Messages
- 42
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 9/2032
Set in Scotland
It was nearing winter now in Scotland, the temperatures were cool but that did little to stop Troye Smith's wanderlust. With her mother's permission she had decided to go to the park only just up the road to play a bit in the flurries that surrounded her. Isla had made sure she was wrapped up nice and warm, long jeans with leggings underneath, and a winter jacket. Even her cat-shaped earmuffs were secure on her head as she went out. The flurries did not stick to the ground, however her pink hair held quite of bit of snow as it landed on the dyed locks. She nearly ran to the enclosed area of the park. With her was her tutor, whom Isla had sent to make sure she was watched. Troye would never understand why she worried so much.
Troye had only just reached the swing set when a flurry of fur caught her eyes. She glanced behind her at the tutor whom was turned away only for a second to lock the gate, and made a mad dash for the gate line. "Oh look at ye! Yer a right cutie, aye. Would ya like to come home wae me?" She asked the fluff ball, whom was shaking it was so cold. It would only figure that two minutes into playing and Troye would have her hands on something she wasn't supposed to.
It was nearing winter now in Scotland, the temperatures were cool but that did little to stop Troye Smith's wanderlust. With her mother's permission she had decided to go to the park only just up the road to play a bit in the flurries that surrounded her. Isla had made sure she was wrapped up nice and warm, long jeans with leggings underneath, and a winter jacket. Even her cat-shaped earmuffs were secure on her head as she went out. The flurries did not stick to the ground, however her pink hair held quite of bit of snow as it landed on the dyed locks. She nearly ran to the enclosed area of the park. With her was her tutor, whom Isla had sent to make sure she was watched. Troye would never understand why she worried so much.
Troye had only just reached the swing set when a flurry of fur caught her eyes. She glanced behind her at the tutor whom was turned away only for a second to lock the gate, and made a mad dash for the gate line. "Oh look at ye! Yer a right cutie, aye. Would ya like to come home wae me?" She asked the fluff ball, whom was shaking it was so cold. It would only figure that two minutes into playing and Troye would have her hands on something she wasn't supposed to.