Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-37603298-20181123221338/@comment-32987979-20181130232813

Ciara didn't have any problems with that. She was famished. She scooped the soup into a bowl, which was luke-warm by now, but she didn't care. It was a pale yellow color, with pieces of soft purple carnissa root and diced brattail. Her father had also made umber leaves, fried in the brattail oil. She gobbled the whole bowl down before taking two pieces of the ripple-melt on a plate to her bedroom. She plopped down with the dessert, beginning to eat when she heard a knock on her door.

"I forgot to tell you. This was dropped off today." Selene waved a scroll in her hands. "Flann wanted to peek so badly, but I stopped him."

The exhaustion ran out of her as she read the inscription on the scroll: "/Approved Matches for Ciara Faye Asher./"