Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170628021226

(Los) Asja takes a sip of her wine and sets her glass down. Then, looking at Cire a moment, she puts her head on his shoulder. He can feel the energy thrumming just beneath her psyche, butshe contains herself.

Partha stands up. "My thunge ith numb. I can't tathte my thunge." Partha's tongue hangs out, and she pokes it a few times. She looks at Fhana. "Whath happened tho my thung? Everything thathtesth thtrange."