Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161130003200

"Yeah well sometimes i wonder.". Margrit started to say. "Had i left the group earlyer were would i be right now? An better yet would i still have my kids? An if so how would i have raised them?". Margrit asked herself. "I probably would have joined a group of bandits or gotten hired as a body guard for a noble family. Or maybe be dead bury in some hole in the ground. Without being given my last rights or having my fur vest placed on me.".

Margrit told herself. "Wait why would you want your vest place on you?". Nickelae asked his mom. "Because Nickelae the coyote fur becomes your spirit guide upon death....goodness you really didn't pay attention to the stories did you growing up?". She asked her son. "Well..i did like the story of the lost boy and the coyote.". Nickelae said defensively. "Yeah and that story was about trusting strangers and the danger of seeking out power.

Something you! Have clearly not heeded. Always saying how you are gonna become this great and powerful dust caster. There is a balance nickelae and trying to seek out power like that will only lead to your destruction. You can still become a great dust caster but you must learn moderation...here.". Margrit said to her son as she pulled out a single fire dust crystal placing it on the table.

"I want you to use that single fire dust to light both the kitchen candle along side the candles here in the living room.". Margrit told her son. "What? No way i can't do that! Its impossible.". Nickelae said to his mom doubtful of the feet. "Then you shall not become a great dust caster.". She told him. "...I'll try.". Nickelae said. "Nooo You will or won't there is no try. Only do.". She told herson as she went over to the candles and with a single flic of her wand and a single wind dust she blew them all out. Corse what her son didn't see was that she didn't put a lot of aura into her dust casting thus allowing her to use the same dust more than once. She stood by the candles. "Now its your turn."