Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-27920227-20160928145858/@comment-27920227-20160930162814

Rukale (Walked to "Impression" to look down at the beautiful but unpleasent flowers before them)

Pose (Nodded to himself as he looked at Opia) : You report the news huh? How about you report about a fire about to start? Between the bed and --

Character (Repremands him by squeezing Pose's shoulder) : Ah it is a pleasure, Ophia. It seems you two have minor disagreements.

(Character placing his eyes on Opia and the princess)

'' To all six of them there was a wind that felt dry and almost like breathing that came over them. It was slow and binding that it was almost like a giant looking down upon them. ''

Rukale (Having enough being around "lower beings" began to walk to the colossial bridge ahead of them)

Character : Now don't ignore this drafty wind, Alo--Rukale.