Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161201002950

(Yeah). Margrit was sitting cross legged on a mat in a small space in the house there was insence candles burning and a few portaits of two silver hair folks holding each other and silver hair girl in their arms together. It was the porait of Margrit's parents. An under them were their weapons and a copy of their fur coyote accory they wore before dying. Margrit was waiting for flint.