Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170612043256

"And our battle would be sung about for a thousand years," Tirush snarls, just as Regina catches up to her and pulls on her arm, forcing a huge smile.

"Come on Tirush dear don't you want to help us with the reception arrangementsofcourseyoudocomeawaynow!" She talks rapid-fire, dragging Tirush away. Tirush looks at her incredulously as she half-drags across the lawn.

"I could raze his army! I could-"

She is suddenly quieted by Regina pulling her down to ear level. She whispers loudly in Tirush's ear.

"This is what we call diplomacy, honey," she whispers. "They're here for diplomatic reasons. They've been invited.  Just don't talk to their leader unless he speaks to you."

Tirush begins to speak in protest, then stops. She shakes herself free from Regina huffily and stands there a moment.

"Now I am uncomfortable. I want to either fight or mate."

Regina smiles warmly. "We'll have our own wedding soon, darling." She kisses Tirush on the cheek and pets her hair.

Cyndwella looks up and sees Imperia dragging Marcus away. Violet flames burst around her instantaneously.

"It's...it's...HER! Of ALL the places, of ALL the times!"

She bursts towards Marcus with blinding speed.