Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170121212804

"Oh...that's good to hear..." Oddly, Nwa's featureless cheeks blush.

"All right, kiddo, your mom and I need to talk," Cyndwella says. "I'll see you soon, don't worry."

"Okay.  Goodbye, aunt.  Good travels, sir." Nwa melts into a puddle of shadow and disappears.

Indeed, we do need to talk, Aidlis says, walking forward slowly, her face a mask of displeasure.

"Hey, I've got my chaperone!  I'm not breaking any rules!" Cyndwella grins.

''Not yet, you aren't. But you will, if you aren't careful. Just by being in this man's servitude, you are already dangerously close to breaking your timestream.''  Aidlis gestures to Marcus, and looks at him.

Nobody comes to the Memento Mori, unless they desire a favor, she says with distaste.

"Hey, don't blame this on him.  I brought him here.  This was a mutual effort," Cyndwella says, furrowing her brow and putting her hands on her hips. "This was mostly my idea."