Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43337021-20190816212911/@comment-38868122-20190817043824

North shrugs off the tree she'd been leaning on and blows a stray piece of hair off her sweating face. She wishes she didn't have to wear a stupid mask, but at least no one could see who she was. What would people say if they saw a daughter of one of the most important emissaries in the lost cities in exillium? North freezes as this thought comes into her mind- since when did she care what people thought? She spots two waywards slinking towards the ambi coach's tent- and figures she has a bit of time to kill before the tiring lessons begun. So she strides over to another tree, ignoring the four waywards who sat next to it chattering. Since when do people TALK to each other at exillium? There seemed to be a lot of change going on...

((wow this was long I sorry))