Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200714230048

Isaac/Tikkit/Lance: Marcus looks upon everyone and spits on the ground.

“Alright, if there’s nobody else, let’s go.”

(Mansion)

Cyndwella floats up to the bed and lowers herself to Ophelia. The Wisp’s expression is not one of pain or sorrow, but understanding and acceptance. She places a hand on Ophelia’s cheek, recognizing the child’s delirious movements. Cyndwella takes into account the child’s possible time abilities, and decides to indulge her, for whatever it’s worth.

“Shush, little lady. You are tired. Get some sleep. Do it for your aunt Cyndwella. Do it for your aunt Samia. And do it for your Uncle Marcus.” Cyndwella then kisses Ophelia’s forehead.

“Your uncle Marcus has always been strict about your bedtime....”