Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190921161929/@comment-39323068-20190924003942

Oh wow 😮 y’all did a lot without me (why do I keep saying y’all?)

And it looks like everyone’s manifesting! Too bad I’m making Rhys suffer by being talentless >:)

Elvin studies were so boring. Even if elves couldn’t really age, his mentor looked closer to an old man, and talked more like one, than anyone else did. His white hairs, wrinkles (definitely not from smiling), and outfit completed the angry grandpa look.

Rhys was daydreaming in class. He wondered about the detention dance. It was kind of perfect actually, with––

“Mr. Reimar!” Oh no, not again...

“Yes?” Rhys looked up to find his mentor seething with anger. This definitely wasn’t the first time. Which meant...

“If you cannot pay attention to me when I am teaching, then you’re better off outside my class!”

Rhys made the slow walk of shame out the door. He considered sitting there, right next to the door, but that was no fun. He wandered around the halls.

After he turned a corner, he found... Ashlynn?

“What are you doing out here?” Rhys said with a sly grin.

But Ashlynn, she wasn’t her usual self. Her face was contorted with anger, her knuckles white and clenched.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Rhys asked.