Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140417131614/@comment-7838080-20140417145812

Morela was brought back to reality, nodding as she heard Feng's question. She had been taken aback slightly by the bowing. The kestrel wasn't used to being bowed to by someone, but her bowing down to them, usually by the threat of violence against her.

"Yes...that I do. I'd...hate to ruin the uniform," she said, "So...where should w-we meet up?" Her voice betrayed her shyness and reluctance.

Get a grip, Morela...get a grip...