Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150821021820

As the thorn melted away, Nys thanked the goddesses above and headed away from the others, to her grimoire. Her head hurt, possibly the after-effect of using so much magic. Angeline followed her. "Hey, Nys. Are you alright?", she asked, offering a hand. The witch pushed it away and sat with her back to the wall. "Hush, quilt girl." Nys muttered, flipping some pages without any real goal. The patchwork girl sighed, shrugged, and ran after Annabelle.

((Since when did demon lords have duffel bags?))