Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181113013724/@comment-37523810-20181128204310

Roran ended up at a second balcony, coming to a stop. He stared out to the landscape. His forlorn heart felt like it was being broken multiple times a second. Without thinking, he lifted his pan flute to his mouth, closed his eyes, and started to play a strong song spell, as if unconsciously trying to express his sadness to the land that the balcony beheld.