Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-5543592-20150919224614

Scire stared up at the stars, tracing constallations with his eyes.

There was a hole in the roof of his yurt, back home, directly above his bed. From there he could look out into the night sky, much like he was now.

He wasn't sure what Hawke's deal was. For a bit she'd even been kissing him back. And then, well, that had been that. He just hoped he had ruined things between them. Even if she didn't feel the same way, and she had been sending all the signals, he still wanted to be her friend.

He sighed, before following Hawke's example and throwing himself off the roof, before heading back to the inn.

Ragnar uncorked the bottle with his teeth, and took a large swig from it.