Setting Example.

[Pickles]

Pickles sat at the desk in the Arcanist tower, staring down at the briefs for the day. Her nose wrinkling as a bell laden tendril of purple fabric hung down and bounced against her nose. -Gling, Ting!- Her brow creased a moment, in concentration as she shuffled some papers around. Discipline, or lack there of. Uniform, Standards. It was coming up again and again. Her superiors breathing down her neck about the slipping discipline amongst the ranks. She bobbed her head lightly, those bells rattling their happy song. -Pling, Ting!- A frown creased  across her lips. She certainly wasn't setting the best example.

She slowly removed her trademark hat and settled it neatly upon the desk. Everything had it's time, and it's place. They weren't the band of ragtag Mercenaries anymore like when she joined. Even then, it was hard pressed to get people to look past her hat. She really did like to push the boundaries back then. Why was she clinging to such a thing even now? Years later? It really didn't make much sense. She wasn't much of the bouncy, giggly, joyfilled girl she was those years ago. She gave the jester hat a final pat, before pulling on a dusty cap.