Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-24123288-20170725085527

Fordola sat in her room, all alone again, nursing her hand and soothing it, it becoming all the clearer that she'd need  some gloves or something to protect her fragile bones.

It seemed like she'd had her moment of glory, and now that it had passed, it was back to being the quiet one, now with the added guilt of it being her fault for choosing Gunnar of the Imperial ship.

Still...she thought. ''At least I know I can put what I read into practice now. ''