Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-3293219-20150317221646

As Arrietty grazed her fingers around the edge of the ring, she began to remember looking at it, during various stages of her life. She remembered sliding it onto Toan's finger, holding onto it, along with the rest of his hand when things got bad. She remembered clutching it in her numb fingers as she stood out in the rain, shuffling at a snail's pace along a dirt road as she left everything behind her...

Everything but this ring...

The Breton's shimmering eyes looked up and she could see that it was time to leave, there was plenty of time to be depressed later, now was cultist killing time...

She'd better get a move on before Moneybags charges her for every minute that she's late...