Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180312114457

"Why do you ask? What is this to you?"

Her words switch from a bite to a sneer. "What know you of this? You treated her as if she were a little thing, a dog or a pet!  She was miserable in her aloneness, and I answered.  She reached out, and I answered, yes.  She felt alone, in a sky of no one to care for her.  There was a time when I too felt such a way.  You brought her no comfort, so I did!  Great Lord, indeed..."

She spits a gobbet of molten magma saliva to the side onto the ground. It sizzles where it cools from a bright orange color to a gray.

"When you find her with your magics, I will go and retrieve her, and make a great death upon those who took her."