Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160624202511

Lucida waves brightly to the King as we leave.

"I'm fairly certain that the King inserts thoughts of mischief where he feels it lacking," I shrug. "Assorted gods help me if he takes a shine to any of my kids.  They're enough as it is. And trust me, I know my Aurum well enough to know she would never do anything like that.  We just felt that things needed a bit of levity."

We head down the road a bit, and Ferra comes in from the field to say goodbye. She squeezes me, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Ferra, say goodbye to Praetor now..." I gasp.