OOC Notes
Her hand. The hand of the beautiful women. She wanted to touch. To feel. To grasp and feel her warmth. She was not worthy of holding the woman, but once she grabbed her, Johanne didn't want to leave. She shook and tensed up. "Thank you, Madame." The noise from the carriage sparked a light in her. The hope her Master may be alive. She didn't want to be alone.
Now, she wasn't.
Now, she wasn't.






