Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44540575-20200113041247/@comment-44540575-20200114025752

(Great.)

Lena sighed and looked at the moon. The 'inconstant moon' as some writer from a distant land had written recently in his newest play. (Reniassance-not medieval. Oh well.) She continued trudging down the beach, then moved in the surf. She walked in the edge of the water for some time.