Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161128190818

Flint's eyes twitched as he helped Nickelae stack the wood once again, his jaw hanging slightly in disbelief in what he just saw. Margrit was absolutely brutal when it came to chores. I mean, stacking firewood to endure hurricane level winds? He couldn't  even remember a time when a hurricane reached this side of the world. It felt like madness to him.

"... She always like this?"