Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-25828117-20191028145317

Emile could feel himself sink into the sheets, almost to the point as if he wouldn't stop.

Around him. The sounds of birds from the gardens beyond, the gentle laughter of the woman in the courtyard below as they walked and the peaceful rustle of leaves from the tree nearby his open window.

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Lysilde looked at Shrava, she had not her hearing, nor her prickly demeanor.

"Why, what is the matter?"