Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-9087084-20130713115911/@comment-9087084-20130715004747

Friagne looked closer at the food the boy offered. A gift of some sorts? That had to be it. But...Friagne had nothing to offer. Just the...

Friagne stopped its playing, placing its violin stick in place on its silver belt. Silent as a ghost, the Friagne's chest opened up to reveal a wide assortment of puppets and dolls, along with other material used to create such things. Reaching deep inside itself, the Friagne held up a doll in the shape of a young girl. Its eyes were scratched out, and its hair was stringy. Friagne held out the doll to the boy with the sandwhich.