Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-26517142-20190513202811

Samuel carries the girl into his arms. He taps at her pale, unflushed cheeks. "She needs to be hydrated. I'll carry her to the infirmary of the ship." Raggedy Bottom nods and dismantles the table and items upon it, sucking them into nonexistential void.

"Let us go."

- "... multiple dialects?" Circe hissed at the Fear Maker who had gained a pallid expression after her memories were looked upon. "..someone was speaking in tongues to multiple Naetherkin? Th...that can't be right. There are no proper linguists in the Naether unless.... there was someone there that...... (puts a hand on her mouth)

...... had authority. (Sits down) ....a queen."