Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190716155924

Brianna hangs her head back and groans at the mention of age. "Uuuugh! Don't remind me. I don't know what happened to him. He was such a good, sweet little boy, he wasn't like this 'till he turned thirteen..."

She grows more and more melancholic as they walked, imagining a much younger and smaller version of Richard running and playing alongside them, smiling up at her. She gave a little smile at the memory, but it faded as quickly as the hallucination as a feeling of dread over her son's future took hold. She crossed her arms and rubbed her shoulder as she spoke, still looking down.

"Thinking about his future terrifies me more than facing off against Vampire Lord..." she stops before correcting herself. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with hi- Oh!"

She's cut off when she accidentally bumps into a certain group of adventurers outside of the blacksmith.

"I am so sorry miss! I should have been more careful!" She apologized as she helped one of them up, then picked up what she thought was her purse, apologized some more, and went on her way with Benvolio.