Third floor common room [Monday afternoon]

[giveherahand]

Mara danced around the common room, singing to herself as she swung her gorgeous, natural red hair over her shoulders while beautifully baked (or so she thought) cookies cooled on the counter next to the stove.

It was so AMAZING to be Mara and be beautiful and brilliant and funny and a deadly assassin all in one adorable little package.

She was such a special, special snowflake. And you could be one too, if you'd ventured outside today...

[OOC: So open.]