Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140427183445

Triste shivered slightly as the wind kicked up in the courtyard. For some reason, she couldn't avert her gaze from the scenery before her.

She felt Tanner's arm wrap her up in a warm embrace. She came in a little closer, resting her head on his chest, looking out of the window in the wall.

"You know, Tanner," Triste said, "for all the time I spend researching the White Fang...I can never comprehend why they'd want to murder the people who made this." She nodded towards Vale, then looked into Tanner's eyes. She never noticed how much they looked like a sand dune until now. Tan eyes with speckles of darker brown. She smiled.

"Yeah.  Maybe going inside would be nice."