Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140428010050

Triste happily accepted Tanner's duster as he escorted her into the chapel. She gazed around the vastness of the room. Vaulted ceilings soared above the pair, their footsteps echoing off the time-worn walls. A stained glass mural of a crown adorden the opposite wall, it's crown design shining a dim brilliance in the chapel. The pews were rotted and caked with dust. It seemed as if the whole place had not seen a soul for a while, save Tanner's homage.

As they walked down the aisle, Triste could pick up the details of the altar. It, too, was worn down with age. Trsite and Tanner both stopped before the stone structure.

"Yeah..." Triste said, her eyes captivated by the destroyed beauty of the chapel. "I don't mind joining you."