[Alleyne looks...uncharacteristically derpy and smiley. Next to her is a crudely drawn bottle of elven mead you could swear was at least half her size, drinking from it, cheeks red, ears perked up and humming a sweet wooing song from her tribe. There's an ink quill and paper in her hands, writing in fancy runes and she pauses once in a while to
(
Read more... )
Comments 8
He's wandering past, looking confused and agitated, but mostly lost; he pauses a second to take in Alleyne and her massive bottle before walking on, calling out names with only a touch of hopelessness.]
...Sean? Beth?!
[...Crap. This boy still has no idea where he is.]
Reply
Ahh, Ruu, don't damage him! He's fragile, like a crystal statue made by one of the elder artisans.
Reply
...What the hell? [ There is a pink crayon monkey on his back. :| Weirded-out boy is weirded-out! ]
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment