Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-26414442-20130709093117

Airmid took a while to register Cynthea's remark, and when she did, she snickered at the vulgarity of it. She said nothing about it though, but flashed a wry smile to let the other girl know that she thought it was clever.

Then another girl came over, French, probably, telling by her face shape and accent. "Why not?" Airmid gave a shrug. "I'm Airmid Crates, by the way. And you happen to be...?"

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Cerise scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Recognising a mahogany coloured arm,  she ran over to its owner. "Cedar!" she said, her voice was strong at the start of the word, and faded near the end.