Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38925713-20190528152323/@comment-39546098-20190610215616

"I'm...Atlas." Atlas replies, narrowing his eyes. He definitely wasn't sure about this Watcher. "Who invited you?" He puts bluntly, realizing he was being rude but being slightly protective of Dianthe.

Quinn play-wrestles with Cly, having the best time she'd had in a while, before she freezes in place. "What time is it?" She asks frantically.

Forreste sits next to Cassandra, admiration still shining in his eyes.