Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190208155321

If anyone else had known about how “intimate” the captain and his Wyvern were, they would surely be executed for their blasphemy. Luckily, everyone else seemed just out of earshot. The Dragoon’s head came into view from over the edge of the crow’s nest, giving the prince a wave. “We’ll be down soon, sire!”

They all saluted and left to the bunks, hoping to find a vacant bed and help the injured.

The Nureonago stopped in her tracks as he said this words, holding some salted pork and uncooked rice grains. She turned around slowly. “You want black powder weapons? What... what for?”

The two Mamono worked slowly yet diligently, cleaning and dressing every wound with meticulous care. Once again, it seemed to show a side of them that Vez’nan had been unfamiliar with before.

Myuu looked down. “Every other soldier... they called me a freak. Even some of the villagers thought so, too. The priest that revealed me wanted to cut my tongue out...” She then looked up, a happy, caring smile on her face. “But now I know you feel differently, and... that means so much...~”