Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-29038468-20200606234035

"Ooooohhh. That makes sense. Wait, what time am I in? I don't remember either of you looking so young...AHHH!" She cries as she starts hurriedly checking her cloak pockets. "No, no, no! Where is it!? Uh, uuhh, uuuuuhhhhh! Mom's pocket watch, no! Mom's vial of unpronounceable liquid, no! The book, no! Where is it?! Where's Dad's sword?!" She cries frantically going through the pockets. The blunt sword hangs in the hilt at her side and amidst of all her panicked searching, a small compact mirror flies out and lands on the ground in front of Lina.