Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161121233812

Margrit waved her hand dismissively. "No no...well yes and no its complicated. It was a mix kind of group. It all depended on the seeker. Some where good and some were bad. An some like my parents saw the group as becoming like the white fang and so they fled the group and faked their deaths. But no Flint. My parents clans weren't all assassins just my parents were.

No their clans were great dust casters and crafters. They made beuitful works of art out just about anything with dust. An they shaped the very world around them with it...to a degree. They repsected nature never taking more than what was needed and always giving back. ". Margrit told her two young listeners while resuring flint he was fine. "An flint your fine if you truely upsetted a seeker. They propably be after you by now. Corse with me around i doubt they be able to even lay a single hand on you. An with nickelae around that greatly dimishes. Corse that be true if he been keeping up on his studies!". Margrit shouted to her son. Who had manage to doze off to sleep. Margrit kicked him out of the seat causing him to wake up. "I am up!". Nickelae said as he rubbed his thigh trying to hold back a yawn.