Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200130020211/@comment-5543592-20200130192421

Nyasia felt an irritation rise up in her, noticing a little crowd had formed around her. One would think that trying to sequester herself in the rear would send a message, but no. And she sensed everyone had something to say, and each thought their piece the most important. That was a recurring theme. People frequently thought they had the right and correct opinion, but Nyasia was beginning to understand that everything she held as fundamental was just wrong.

"Would you all stop treating me like glass?" Nyasia blurted out. "Ruptga, if you have something to say, just say it.  I am tired of all this footing around."

Why must there always be quiet conversations and concealed thoughts? The social games were so tiring.