Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20170914125356/@comment-13488655-20171024160305

Merla's emotions changed for a moment. Her pupils narrowed at Margrit's harsh reaction to her just offering a suggestion. But as soon as those dark emotions came to her, her hands glowed, clay forming around her nails as they then grew into her arms. She was impaling herself quickly to stop those emotions. Then a smile shined through as blood ran down her arms. The nails retracted, her aura healed her wounds.

"I'm sorry. I promise not to bug you anymore."