Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190329121908/@comment-25808351-20190404032502

Cyndwella looks on with an intrigued expression, the violet flame that sits above her tiara’s center piece, dances with life as she eyeballs the new face.

“Well, ya don’t see that everyday!” Cyndwella shouts out.

“Cyndy.” Samia says sternly, as if stopping Cyndwella before she said something unnecessary.

“WHAT?! Ya don’t! Can you honestly say you’ve seen a mechanical spider-kid, Sam?” Cyndwella glares at Samia. “This is more rare than a Holstaur with small tits!”

“I mean, don’t be, mean!” Samia scolds.

“I ain’t being Meandwella at all! I’m pointing out the obvious! And besides, I would have adopted Ruzan in a living person’s heartbeat!” Cyndwella flails around her arms, even clap her hands on Marcus’ cheeks repeatedly.

“Really?” Samia gives Cyndwella a surprised look.

“Frick yeah! You should know by now Sam, I prefer the hard sell. Everyone likes to adopt cute little Yetis or Weresheep, but what of girls like Ruzan? They tend to get overlooked by people because they’re not like little Yetis and Kobolds. Just like me.” Cyndwella floats out of Marcus’ arms, her cage materializes out of thin air. The tins of her cage extend, their sharp pointed ends plant into the ground. They then raise her up, the cage’s 9 tins act like spider legs, moving at Cyndwella’s will.

“I was a hard sell, Ruzan. Nobody wanted me, until I met Marcus over there.” Cyndwella points her thumb over her shoulder at her husband. “Now I’m a wife and mother, living in a schwanky house. Theres always someone who will love you one way or another.”