Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180223031206

(S9/Hound/Large group) "All right!  Everybody here?  Great!  Keep hands in the ride at all times, please!"

Slogra rubs her hands together. True to her word, she gestures, and the same purple portals appear beneath the group's feet. And, not unlike a carnival ride, they feel themselves drop rapidly and unexpectedly. For a brief moment their senses are overwhelmed by a weird, purply sensation---

---And they find themselves rising. As suddenly as they disappeared, they reappear. It's the middle of the Jaghund house living room. Its sprawling, antiquated elegance all around them. It's quiet, and peaceful, with hardly a sound but the ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room.

Then, Marcus and Samia can sense it. The miniscule, flickering spirit, the little soul that they've never sensed before...

Then they hear the tiny, wavering cry.

It comes from the upstairs bedroom. It's so small, so innocuous, that it's not even a cry of hunger, or fright. It's the sound of a new life, having finally made her entrance into the world, and is finding it strange and new.

It's a baby's cry that says she wants to meet her father...