Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160828212829/@comment-24123288-20160828215022

"I'm fine." Zaydate shrugged, folding her arms as ever.

The disease had taken an even stronger hold on her, and she was now completely white-ish grey from top of her head to tip of her tail. Some even swore her eyes were...different somehow.

"Can we keep going?"

Miri had had Hadrian forge her new armour, that she took to wearing each day, as well as having her usual sword, and the Shashmir she was awarded with, from Master Ishien.

She sighed, and placed a hand on her hip, having grown increasingly frustrated that another location for her wedding to Jude had been ignored as everyone else just rushed onwards.

We're never getting married at this rate...

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Nissa had spent the past three years, mourning her loss of Talin. In fact, she still hadn't got over him, much to J'anxis frustrations.

Everyday she'd go to work, refuse to sleep with anyone and just instead go out on 'compensated dates' with older gentlemen.

The Old Argonian was worried. Nissa hadn't recieved a letter in some time, and she'd been shutting herself away in her room, the only place where J'anxi couldn't hear her, practicing her drawing and pinning things to the wall around her mirror..