Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-31049256-20170814022356

(Scorn/Doc/Flame/Hound) Mjoll looks between Armata and Marcus, her grip slightly tight from the clashing of their auras.

A bit of Marcus's smoke is blown by a stray wind directly into her face, and she begins to cough and fan it away, "*coughcough* C-can you please not do that again? At least while I'm upwind?"

From next to Tirush Kittycut places a hand on the wyverns shoulder, "I know how ya feel bout ol pyromaniac herr T, but don't let 'im bug ya..." She stops as she suddenly notices Forjod on Rix's shoulder, "what...tha...'ell? 's he stuck like..."

She is interrupted as Sheba gives a wavering whine as her tail rubs up and down Samia's thigh where it is wrapped, "Samia, can we please go on ahead?" she practically begs.