Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-7497475-20161125052558

Not too far away, just coming into sight over the sand dunes, was a somewhat unusual silhouette. Mostly because it looked like a death stalker. Which was partially true. It was actually Cerise and one of her constructs. Namely, one in the shape of a death stalker. It was slightly different though. This was because not only was it made from stone, but it had a rather impressive chair coming out of it's back as well as a parasol for shade. No only that, but several fans were around it buffering the wind, creating a pocket of calm and clean air around the passenger. Cerise herself was sitting in this chair like she was a queen, a cold drink in her hand. She looked like the picture of relaxed. Mostly because she was. But her destination was in sight, so it wasn't time to relax.

"What an odd little place."

Coming to a stop by the house, Cerise lifted her sunglasses to look at the two people out the front. Neither were familiar, but she had a feeling she knew which was Gilian. Dropping off her ride, she let it crumble away into nothing before approaching the pair.

"Gilian I presume? I'm Cerise, nice to meet you."

Offering her hand, her eye calmly took in what she saw. Part of her was less than impressed, but she had a feeling it was instinctive rather than his appearance.