Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44124716-20191225220907/@comment-38207171-20191229022308

"Okay, well, I gotta go," Etheridge went to her room, but Orlo stayed in the commons. She made a quick flick with her wrist, the small bell on her thin bracelet tinkling. Winslow flew after her, sitting on her shoulder and followed her as she walked into her room.