Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180119194614

(S9)

The two walk down the glass beach, Jorge's heavy steps crunching louder than Ashe's dainty steps. The glittering from the crystals bounced off by his visor and hiding the horror he saw. Such raw power and destruction. The glassing of earth and possible destruction of life made him hesitate every few steps to gaze in awe at the destruction. Faster and faster did the visions flow through his mind. Flashes of fire, Septimus, the lioness, fighting with the obilations and the general painful emotions of septimus when he lost his wife. Yet he continues to move along silently as if nothing was wrong in the world.

"So Ahem! So how do we get there? I'm not sure that boat can hold both of us at once. I may not look it but I'm pretty heavy. Heh..."

He walks over to the boat carefully getting in, testing his weight against its buoyancy.

"I think it'll hold up."

He then holds out his arm to Ashe offering to help her boarding.