Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-5543592-20190915212513

Nyasia's hair had gone from immaculated combed, to frizzy and in strands. Her curls were gradually turning upwards, the beginning of an afro. She'd removed most of her jewelry by this point and stowed it, so that the humidity wouldn't ruin it.

"I hate the jungle." She wore a displeased expression on her face.

Scaldor, inversely, seemed amused. "We have longer to go, highness.  Much longer."