Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20150518023506/@comment-3293219-20150522172553

"It's hard not to, being inside Alison's head..." The Conjurer sighed, wishing that he could block some things out.

He held his arms out, like a T shape, waiting for Alison and Natalie to latch on. Alison quickly wrapped her arms around his waist/chest and clung on for dear life, trying to ignore the musty smell coming from his robes.