Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161227232417

"Need you ask?"

She floats over and straddles Mitternacht, her cage flowing around the horse and disappearing. Her blue flames settle around the frame of the black beast, turning her into a living phantom, their gentle wave keeping all of them warm. Cyndwella wrapsher slender arms around Hound's waist, her head barely coming up to his shoulder blades. She takes a deep breath.

"There, now...Let's hope your sweet Pharaoh doesn't look for lipstick on your collar....hehehehe!"