Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34830139-20180319232857/@comment-30700719-20180410211249

The morning sun rises in a beatiful bouquet of yellows and pinks, warming the dewy grass. A little Cockatrice chick perches on a windowsill, crowing with youthful eagerness to start the day. "Honey...did you really have to buy her that farm book?" His wife simply smiled up at her daughter, and cheerily crowed to him.

I yawn and stretch my arms, my tongue lolling out for a brief second. "What? Where am I? Oh right..."