Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-7497475-20131127125244

Trystin ruffled Citrine's hair. The grin on his face spoke volumes about his feeling for his sister.

"You wouldn't believe it, but she has never dyed any of my clothes. Nor have I been hit by any stray swipes of a brush. It's the purple apparently."

She grabbed his arm and pulled herself up onto his shoulders, standing high above the two of them. She struck a slightly dramatic pose atop her brother.

"He needs no such change of colour, the way the yellow and purple mix is just wonderful. Never shall he need another shade!"

Trystin seemed unphased by the act going on above him. He gestured to Iris.

"It was good to meet you too Messer. Now, I should get this trouble maker home before she paints the rest of Vale."

He walked towards their airjet, Citrine still balancing on his shoulders. She twisted around.

"Wanna come with? We could drop you of somewhere, plus I could have some more fun!"

She gave Messer her biggest smile of the day, the orange stripe of paint visible on her cheek.