RoSalarian

Val bolted out of her room and made for the stairs, fearing for her life. She then remembered Dorothea and Louisa, asleep in their beds, likely unaware what was happening. Steeling herself, she sprinted back up and began rapping her palms against Dorothea’s door. “Dorothea!” she cried. “Louisa! You have to get out! There’s a gas leak! Please, wake up! We need to get outside now!” She banged and banged until a light turned on, and the shadow of footsteps could be seen in the crack under the...

Sorry about the missed updates. Life has been hitting hard. But I'm creeping ever closer to stability, which will bring plentiful updates in the future. I love working on this comic so much!

The next day, Dorothea provided Val with a stack of catalogs with her breakfast, and told her to write down what she wanted. “We must get you some new clothes of your own,” she said. “You deserve the finest, latest fashions. When you are the next darling of the art world, you can’t show up in antiques.” Val whistled as she flipped through the pages, browsing colorful day dresses made of cotton and rayon and polyester, the sort of clothes she’d had in her closet at home. Then, she turned to...