Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170708035535

(Hound) Cyndwella, floating in the air, sees Marcus approach, her familiar grin crossing her face.

"There you are!" She sees his sullen expression, and turns sympathetic, if only a little jokingly. "Aww, whatsa matter, boo boo? Why you down?  They run outta your favorite rotgut?" She floats over, belly down, and cradles his face and begins rubbing her nose against his. "'Sokay, boo. I'll mix you up a batch of my special firewater..." She pulls back, and stops joking. "...Marcus? What's wrong?"