Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190208023954

“As I’ve mentioned...I’m no special individual. Naught but a courier who hasn’t been for a good while, really...”

Prad quiets down for a moment, his voice returned under a different tune “You are right, man named Marcus. I’ve nothing for I but forgotten times. Which is why I play on those words with such reverence. For when someone who could be as far from mundane set their eyes on a blank state...the Colors they can convey...”

Prad lifts his head “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve had a time unaccounted for words. I’d gladly pay a tithe of unending march for a year if it means just a night in her presence...”