Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-25828117-20190924201912

Lysilde did not respond.

Instead she was clutching the stone around her neck, gripping it tightly as if she feared it would drop off.

She too had allowed some changes to her usual attire. She had packed up the cloak and rode, wearing a robe that bared her arms and neckline. Her fair skin had tanned slightly since. Glennwyn could not hide in the folds of the shawl-like cloak anymore and hung seemingly off her belt like a regular sword.

Helian slouched in his saddle and continued.

"I spy with my little eye.... something beginning with... ugh... T"