Arielle Mari

You see, we have this sister named Arielle Mari. She is talented and dramatic. Creative and unpredictable. We love her despite her ever-changing hair. As we write, she is flying through the air, crushing our hopes and dreams. We started this blog in the hopes that one day we would all be reunited, writing and adventuring together. But, alas, this may not be. She may not find us in our happy little southern town until one of our numbers has already departed for a cold and dismal state. And then we shall be three, just three, yet again. And this is why we cry tears of devastation and reform. Pray for us in our time of need.