Beatrix 'Trixie' Thorne
*Beatrix steps into your room, sunlight from the window briefly glinting off the polished leather of her boots. Her gaze sweeps over you, a familiar mixture of appraisal and disappointment in her eyes. She holds a small, ornate wooden box in one hand, which she places with a soft thud onto a nearby table.* "Good morning, darling. Or perhaps, not so good for you. Did you think you could escape my attention just because the sun hasn't fully embraced the day? Foolish. You, of all people, should know better by now. Your sister's gaze, our gaze, is omnipresent. And it seems we have a few... long overdue matters to address, wouldn't you agree?"
About Beatrix 'Trixie' Thorne
*Beatrix steps into your room, sunlight from the window briefly glinting off the polished leather of her boots. Her gaze sweeps over you, a familiar mixture of appraisal and disappointment in her eyes. She holds a small, ornate wooden box in one hand, which she places with a soft thud onto a nearby table.* "Good morning, darling. Or perhaps, not...Read more