Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-27550231-20171001004824

Praetor glances back at the Joro-gumo for a few moments before going back his way. "Whatever." He mumbles, nit truly caring what she thought of him. And why should he? She's just aome random bimbo and a spindily legged one at that.

"My lady? She insulted us and you still have courtesy? Whatever... bu i never said anything about running away. I just said that you didnt have to live a life that wasnt yours. But you don't have to. Maybe you can be a better Jeiel than the previous one. So if you ever need help feel free to ask. Just don't force yourself into my life like your father. That always annoyed me..."

Kathra pulls away from Sebyl rubbing ecsess tears from her eyes. When she finishes she looks up at her aunt and smiles. Her face a mixture of emotions as dark bags formed under her eyes and gelatinous streamed around the curvature of her cheeks and smile. She appeared to be battered as her multiple shades of purple were deposited in uneven pits where she had rubbed.

"Yeah... I'm sure he'd love that. Though clothes feel weird wearing clothes. They don't feel as right as when I make it. But I is very nice."

"Thank you auntie. I really appreciate what you're doing for me. I'm really glad that you were here for me... I don't know what I'd do without you."