Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160726035941

"Cire, at this rate, it wouldn't be necessary." I help Ozma alight.

In an instant, the memories in Ozma flood my head.

Her pains.

Her sorrows.

The truth.

"Ozma." I stumble, nearly fainting. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Ani sees the necklace. The twisted fury in Praetor's face.

And in her, anger rose.

"Jerk! JERK!!! I AM NOT SOMEONE YOU CAN DROP MONEY AND WEALTH ON! YOU DON'T DESERVE LOVE AT ALL!"

(THROWS a solid bucket at Praetor's head)