blog est. july 3rd 2013
blog remade: august 23rd 2014
independent & selective
she was only a girl
with the bravery of a man.
tracking #arendelleprincess
all open rp's are for mutual followers only
TO DO:
—make some icons
—maybe xmas theme?
—fix about page
asks: 3
starters: eh?
Pocahontas was used to the strange looks,
she wasn’t dressed like them and she
refused to do so. Copper skin was
wrapped in the same one-shouldered
leather hide dress her people made that
it’d always been in, and her mother’s
necklace still hung proudly around
her neck.The Native American princess didn’t
recognize the princess ahead of her,
and even if she had, she wouldn’t
have known to curtsy politely.
A smile graced the tanned girl’s lips
and she brushed the stranger’s question
away with a soft chuckle.
“No, I’m fine. You’re not hurt are
you? I slammed right into you.”
"Me? Oh! Ha, no, I’m fine–I’ve taken much worse
falls than that, and that was barely a bump. I once
fell right over myself and into a boat–oh! And don’t
even get me starter on the pig-pie-ocean thing.”
She noticed the… rather revealing clothing the darker
woman was wearing. Definitely not subtle, and
D E F I N I T E L Y not from around here. But it was
still pretty, especially the blue necklace that hung
around her neck.
“What a very… uh, b o l d fashion statement. My
sister, Elsa, would kill me where I stood if I ever
wore something like that. I’m Anna, by the way.
Princess Anna of Arendelle.”
