Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170622204714/@comment-26517142-20170720053338

Jeiel scoffs at his enthusiasm, but then at the mention of Sola Ansherine looks at him, beleaguered. "A small...what?" Jeiel waves his hands in an antsy manner. "He didn't mean ANYTHING!"

"Oo?" Sola totters to the image and points. Her thought is thrown out. I sense that man's mana inside of her.

"What the HECK  -!!"

Too late. Ansherine hears this and at once, her expression balloons to embarrassment. "I-I -I know it's natural, he's my husband!! (Hides her face with her hands) And it's not once..."

Jeiel: PRINCESS - calling you LATER! (image disappears while he grows totally red)