Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191222233611

@Everyone

Prad looks at his hands, sighing as the atmosphere crumbles again. Nothing but the faintest tray of ice over his palms. Yet, it does not freeze. Wandering about something, he looks to Lance "Hey, that looked like it hurt? Mind if I look it over?"