Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150909043756

God, I hate these things..., Ciarán thought to himself as he finished buttoning his suit jacket, and quickly began trying up his bowtie. How the Hell does anyone move in these things, let alone dance?

"How ya doing, Kid?", Ciarán called out to Brand's room, as he stepped out fully dressed.

"I'm ready... But do I really have to go?", he asked weakly.

"...I know it still hurts, Brand.", Ciarán said as he knelt down to face his student. "But you and I both know that hiding out in your room isn't what they'd want.  They'd want their raven to keep flying.", he said with a smile.

"...Thanks, Boss.  Alright, I'll come."

"Do I HAVE to wear this?", Iona whined as she stepped out of her room, wearing a purple dress.

"Iona, don't be ridiculous, you look beautiful!", Rose smiled as she stepped in front of her daughter in a crimson evening dress.

"But I HATE wearing these!"

"Iona... Just wear it for your parents.  Just for tonight."

"Alright...", she said pouting.

"That's my girl..." 