Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160218074408/@comment-13488655-20160222095855

"Wolfe......" She mutteded under her cloak of sackloth and ashes, lears still streaming down her face as she turned slowly towards her brother, looking towards the ground  as she held the last gift in her hand. A small flowerpot with a bat flower.

".... I'm sorry.... I'm not fit to be your sister..... "