Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151207234956/@comment-24416658-20160109041305

Rowtag watched as the young new initiate ran off. Seeing her head after the right sphere, he smiled. Another promising one. He turned to his adopted daughter, only to see her covering her entire face with her mask. He sighed.

"Nacoma," he said, "You know you must be professional here." The girl sighed, removing her mask.

"I know, Father," she said, sitting down, "I...I just can't help it." Rowtag walked over to Nacoma, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling down at her.

"It is okay," he assured her, "Some other day, you may ask. But I feel that this girl will not remain here long. It is not meant to be." Nacoma nodded, still sitting. Rowtag looked down at her.

''Too harsh? Maybe. But it is the truth.''