 Greenhouse X ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Claudine slipped on her gloves after stashing her notebook in her robe pocket. Should her notes be needed, it would be retrieved. Ignoring everyone else in that particular Greenhouse, she took about two more steps into it before realising that the temperature had dropped. But it was a workable temperature which was a relief. She neither wanted to be freezing nor sweating; any of those would be distracting. As if the fog wasn’t already… how was she to see properly?
Claudine took a few more steps, squinting in the general direction ahead of her. Were those tables? Yes, they seemed to be. Gosh. Look at all the green. The girl blinked rapidly, trying to get her eyes to adapt to the mistiness and the green. It was as though she had stepped into an Irish store…. minus the fog, of course.
Oh. Was that purple she spotted over there on the table closest?
The Snakette bustled carefully over to the said table. Didn’t want to trip over the vines on the floor, did she? |