Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121702/@comment-26517142-20170416072415

The Snocks merely look at each other and tilt their heads. One of them turn to Cire and curls up beside him. "I'm sorry..." She speaks, in a voice like melted honey. She was a Snock with white hair falling down on the left side of her face, and a ornament on her neck in the vestige of a laced crystal.

"They don't speak too much.. but I do. I'm Eset. And from your smell... (sniffs in the air)... you're not anything ordinary.

Following after her, the other Snocks curl up next to Cire. Eyeing him with their eerie smiles.