Drusilla had definately pitched a fit. The sky was screaming at her, all sorts of horrible, nasty things...Images raced through her mind like little bugs in mating season, and what she was seeing had caused her to be very content with breaking and destroying everything in her room. And now she sat in her room, overly calm and waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for her Daddy to come back. Or possibly Grandmum.
But at the present time, Dru was all alone. "The Princess is all alone," she drawled out sadly. "And something tells her that the tick-tock of time is chasing the rabbit faster down the hole than before."
[[Open to anyone who wants to barge in on Dru!]]