Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150422184124/@comment-27783182-20150422223008

(Let the ships sail.)

Ihlenda sat down again, drawing on the sand.

She drew her deceased master and herself together, sighing as she did so.

(Plot twist: She has the habits of a 6-year-old, because her master attached a child's temporal lobe to her servos (ran out of scraps) hory shet)