Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20200101072207/@comment-44344165-20200102025852

Julihorse wrote: Julihorse wrote: CJDaCookieWLF wrote: Ryeland was at a loss for words so he just looked down at the water. Heather sat in silence, staring as her finger outlined more circles and shapes through the sand. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke up. "They---they died when I was barely five," she started, her voice flooding with sorrow and regret. "W-we were travelling through the seas for my birthday, something about looking for a treasure. I wasn't sure what we were doing, and I can scarcely recall most of the details, but---" A single tear slipped from her grasp."B-but I know that that night, our ship sunk in the ocean. A fishmen found me near the shore were we met; I still do not know how I survived."

(Of course you don't, silly. c: CJ, DON'T YOU DARE SPILL IT.) “That sounds horrifying... I’m so sorry. My mother died around when I was that age too. My father went on a spree looking for the killers. I don’t think he ever found them...” Ryeland looked at her then wrapped her in a tight embrace.