Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-29458028-20150102061530

"Uh, vanity is an understatement of my father. He resculpted Molag Bal's Plane into an endless garden. I ... stole the roses from his favourite rosebush" said Siris, banishing the Tranquil Guardian.

"Yeah, now that I see you up close, you're quite pretty ... that's an understatement, actually. Well, the squirrel's done" said Siris as he quelled the fires and skinned the squirrel of it's burned skin with a bound dagger.

The flesh inside was just about done, soft and moist. Siris cut himself some and cut another slice for Lucina.

"Try some?"