Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150130214457/@comment-32663439-20150131194349

Fanari stretched, and then sat up. She clasped her hands together, and all of the fluids disappeared. "Not as satisfying as a real bath, but it'll do for now, right?" She purified her hair like she did before, in the bath.

Lucina grinned as she looked at the sights below. The cold snow, to the tundras, to the forests and jungles. She was delighted by the view. She tried to see the animals and such so far below her, but she could barely make out shapes without magical assistance. Her wings moved with the grace of a butterfly. Her coat gently flowed behind her. She turned sideways in the air, posing like she did for the painting, minus the seductive face and such. She looked like she was casually laying on a bed, turned to address Siris. A flying, invisible bed.

"This is beautiful, Siris! I've never flown so high up! It's wonderful. How far to the reef?" she inquired lightly. She was wearing a huge grin. She was really enjoying herself.

(I just remembered they're at Sørskaal, which Geistlig is causing storms at.)

Kodlak brightened as well. "Yes, I suppose it has, hasn't it? When you were here, the city was like half the size. I guess you can see the rapid change that took place while you were gone." Kodlak grinned. "Come inside. I'm sure you weren't expecting to spend your whole visit on the lawn. Plus, Geistlig's storms are more intense than they usually are. I'll have to ask him to tone it down." He sheparded her inside to the warmth of the hall. "Not much has changed in the hall. Most things are still the same in here. My father was always one to keep traditions."

He looked over to Thryssa, smiling. Even though they had only spent a couple months together in their childhood, they had become close friends. She was always a good friend, a smart girl, and a great personality. Due to Kodlak's position as the son of Tate, nobody, save Fanari and Thryssa, ever had really accepted him as a childhood friend.

Geistlig's eyes brightened and his cheeks turned red when Aspin kissed him. Thunder boomed violently, and lighting flashed around wildly. A meek smile appeared on Geistlig's face. He strained to produce his next words. "I didn't expect you to have any...feelings for me. I...am glad, that you do. I've never liked anyone how I like you." Shapes of hearts were formed out of lightning involuntarily, flashing into view for split seconds. Geistlig tried to surpress them. He felt glad that Aspin's back was to the window. The awkwardness of her seeing corny hearts made out of lightning would be practically pain-inducing.