Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20170901120857/@comment-4681758-20180306034339

"I'm sorry...", Iona said as she hung her head down, regretting that she made her uncle bring up those memories. Unsure of what else to say, she wrapped both her hands around his seemingly gigantic hand.

"Ugh... What time is it...", Ciarán groaned as he heard his Scroll ring. "Come on Vix, you know I work nights...", he said to himself as he answered. "What do you need?"