Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-34221364-20190102031239

''Menagerie finally reached a grandfather oak tree, its thick trunk would keep her from being seen. She circled around it, and sat down, already going to work on her wound. Menagerie had chanted some 'dead language,' (pun intended) to heal herself. Once Menagerie's wound had been healed, she stood up once again and took flight.''