Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190929011112/@comment-25828117-20190930192927

The water was fine.

And the scent very pleasant actually.

Helian stood by the door, looking out into the streets of the weaver's district of Tenmaru. Leaning against the door frame he keenly observed the weavers at their craft.

Lysilde wasn't going to be gone the entire day was she?

Besides enjoying the fine artistry of the craftsmen and women of the district his mind wandered on other things. Nyasia for example. Why was he always so self-concious and awkward around her? It had to be because she was royalty, right? That feeling in his stomach. You wouldn't want to offend a future monarch now would you?