Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131215120223

Chamoisee walked into the forest. Nobody was around. She could relax and be unworried for a moment. Her hood was up, and a slight breeze gently tugged at the cloak. Feeling the air against her face, her hand ran along the scar. It was so peaceful.

''It would be better if everything was like this. Then again, there is nothing to work on here.''

As Chamoisee continued walking, the clear blue sky could be seen through the trees. With her cloak swirling around her, the trees pasted her by. 