Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-29458028-20150102171821

Raydin's wings all opened. Not six. All twelve of them, his white ones attached to his back, his black ones floating in the air. He walked out of his quarters and flew into the air, breaking the sound barrier easily, flying into deep space/void, so he could have peace and quiet.

His sharp mind had easily reconciled all his feelings. Administration and him had been feeling only part of the true Raydin's emotions. Raydin's mind was more than equipped to deal with such crises.

Mid life crisis was a pain...