Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140709132556/@comment-24296957-20140721193728

What was wood and concrete had turned into a flourishing paradise, hidden away from reality. An island oasis in the sea of warish turmoil.

Amet walked carefully into the garden, following Crystal to this place. This must've been her hiding place - her venue of escape. Much like his own - the lone tree hill overlooking Beacon. Looking around, the flowers and lush foliage seemed like a good place to unwind.

Not many would run after their opponent. But Amet wasn't like the others. That much he knew for sure.

Sitting down across from Crystal, he felt the need to meditate. Beginning his Kindoturi, he let out a slow breath.

"This place is truly beautiful, Crystal." Amet spoke softly.