Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190709052516

While she spoke a glint shone within the jester's eyesocket. Once and no more. Specific to her, no less. Through time and distance, for her and her only.

In a second, everything was dark. For a second, her mind was elsewhere. For a second, she was...watched. By another sitting on a throne of ivory and olive. Someone from elsewhere further. Adorned by a face-concealing mask of greater input than the clown.

All of this for but a second. And no more...