Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170627231848

(Los) A servant brings Cire some wine so that he can pour some for his new bride.

Partha looksbat the arm, then cautiously sticks out her long tongue and licks it.

There is a POP. A tiny arc of built up static energy shocks Partha's tongue and she squeaks as she's startled. She stumbles backwards and crashes into her small table, sending dishes tumbling to the floor.

She huddles in embarrassment as a swarm of servants scurries over to clean it up. Tirush sees the commotion and comes over.

"Arah, fazhal! What happened, child?" She says, fussing over the two of them.