<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/DelilahWhateley.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dolores Whateley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley (Rank 3)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 18th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery, Dolores, (Townsend nearby), CLOSED<br/><hr/>“Thank you!”  She beamed a smile up at him, her arms still wrapped around him.  “It's nice to meet you, Avery.”  She followed him calmly to the bench and sat herself on his lap sideways, her feet no longer touching the ground.  She bobbed her head and the dolls in a nod.  “Oh, yes.  How rude of me!  Her name is Sabrina.”  She smiled sweetly at Avery and settled her doll on her lap.<br/><br/>She clapped again at the mention of stories, her whole body perking up at the mention of knights and princesses.  “Ooh ooh!  I would like to hear one about a Princess and the Knight.  And the dragon!”  She enthused with a grin, her excitement palpable.<br/><br/>Dolores wrinkled her nose, obviously disagreeing with the disposition of the deputies and her face fell at the mention of the asylum.  “The mean men don't like me.  I have been nice to them and they called me bad names.”  She informed him, upset that he didn't seem to believe her.  She leaned closer to him, laying her head on his chest as she pondered the offer he made.  She hadn't gotten a night-night story since being arrested and Avery was willing to tell her one.  That made her smile.  He might even tuck her in!  He was nice.  Maybe he could be her new friend.<br/><br/>She shook her head and sat up in his lap.  Her bright blue eyes met his and stayed glued to his as she spoke.  “I didn't hurt them.  I wouldn't hurt them.”  She spoke quietly to him, her gaze sad.  “They were my friends!  They played tea with me, they told me funny stories and they danced  with me.”  She fidgeted with her doll and shook her head again.  “I went to play with them lots.”<br/><br/>“The doctors were mean there.”  She told him, her gaze still meeting his.  “They were mean to doggy.  They didn't like Doggy and when Doggy got too excited, he liked to play with everyone.”  She wrinkled her nose.  “Doggy plays rough but he doesn't mean anything by it.  He's just... big.”