Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20140421141407/@comment-7838080-20140421142817

Morela turned her head to look at the boy, her face with a wary expression on it. The apprehension was normal, at least to those who knew her well. Which, of course, there were very few who knew her at all. She then looked at the object that had only recently landed in her space, picking it up off of her desk.

"Ummm...s-sure..." she said, handing the boy his pencil back with a palpable reluctance. Again...it was an old fear that drove her reluctance. And she had the scars to still abide by that fear.