Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190522130722/@comment-26517142-20190605111836

The nearest Arachmaw to Magmus moves a bit and pokes at  his shoulder. Her sister landsa a small chop on her head. "Stop it Tarib. Ah... sorry. You're... a weird-looking man." said the Arachmaw. "I'm Triba. My twin here keeps asking what you are, exactly."

Dekinai grins nervously. "Well, honestly... this isn't a natural weather pattern. It.. happens irregularly in the Naether... and in different places, too.You could blame Candle Cove for our existence."