Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24296957-20140327011621

A concerned look washed over her face. "Uh....pardon me, Knight.  I need to do this." Triste got up and yelled to Arro. "Hey, look, Arro! Come on back so we can make amends, eh?  I'm sorry for what I did.  Maybe we could walk on back to Beacon to get you patched up, or you could use your aura to just stop the bleeding for now until we get back!"

Triste sat back down, responding to Tanner. "Well...there's not much to tell that you haven't already heard, honestly.  My parents are reclusive, so I don't have very much social experience." She parted her hair behind her ears, revealing her feathers. "In case you didn't know..." Triste was not afraid of showing off her trait, but was afraid of losing a person she just met.

She saw Tanner eyeing the feathers, his eyes gravitating to her tattoo and wide scar that ran from her collar bone to her jaw bone. "You pondering my battle scars, Knight?"