Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140511175820

Triste eyed Tanner as he took off his chain mail, stopping part-way through. She bit her bottom lip slightly. In the moonlight, his skin shone a dull white. He was like a fallen agnel to her, a brilliance shown only when someone deserving needed it.

She caught herself gazing at him while he waited for a response. Triste shook her head. "N-n-no, it's fine Tanner....it's, uh....quite alright." She stammered, trying not to let the red in her cheeks show.

Triste replied in a low voice. "Is there room for another in this ritual?"