Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150228190553/@comment-24701913-20150306080157

"So soon..." She mumbled under breath, "I can try, but do remember that I'd rather forget this."

She began to recount her trip from the Imperial City, which soon switched to when she reached the camp. Nermea told him about the winds, how fast everyone was killed, and every detail she could scrape about the things that she had run from, even about the storm and how it came about. Or how she thought it came about.

The recount left her feeling dizzy with a tight throat, she took the opportunity to sit, not trusting her legs.

(My back hurts, my legs hurt, my neck hurts.

I hate camping)