Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20151108171024/@comment-27152625-20151208133309

Aerwen sighed. She touched her chest where her heart was. Today was a dangerous move. She stroked the braided parts of her blue hair. Hopefully she stood out and people would think she was a Breton or something. She ran a hand through her hair and got up from the tree. Aerwen decided to wait for the Argonian in hopes that he would return safely.