Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20151215014645/@comment-24416658-20151215020143

Cumin had been slightly distracted walking through this place. Liam's tone said that this was a broken place, old, worn. But she saw it differently. Every vine was a story. Every crack was a tale. She ran her fingers along the wall, eyes dazzling.

"Hm?" she said, hearing Liam say something, "Oh, sorry. Yes, of course, I'd be delighted." Cumin was kind of embarrassed that she hadn't been paying attention. She knew how Liam was, and she hoped he wouldn't be too mad.