<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4c/24/ec/4c24eca7ebd0dc686c29b65ebd20b0e2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dipple Whittmuffyn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2363205)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dirndl with patched skirt, apron, and stockings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the woods<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"What am I doing out there? <em>I have NO idea!</em>"</strong>she answered Ophelia with a bit of a huff.<strong>"One minute, I'm frying up a bit of sausage and potatoes. You know, those golden ones that crisp up real nice? I was looking for the thyme, 'cause I knew I'd just gotten some fresh sprigs <em>somewhere</em> and then? Someone yells and suddenly I'm out here in the woods! No potatoes, no thyme, <em>nothing!</em> And it's been hours now so breakfast is probably ruined. Sorry about that."</strong>She then inhales, having managed all of that on one breath somehow.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, this is a group, you, and you, and... you... Uhm..."</strong>Dipple realizes now that Ophelia knows her name... and she doesn't know any of theirs. Her freckled cheeks go pink with embarrassment.<strong>"It's getting dark soon, are we safe to camp here or do you have somewhere in mind? I don't think it's dangerous but I've run into enough trees in broad daylight <em>thank-you-very-much</em>."</strong>With that she took a moment to sit down and pull her stocking back up to her thigh, unabashed at what might be revealed as she does as she fixes the lacing. We're all girls here after all.<strong>"They just... <em>jump out</em> at you."</strong>