Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20160917011945/@comment-26958589-20160917145212

A wave of confusion sweeped over the prince's face. "Okay then..." A small smile formed on his face. That went surprisingly well.

"She's in the gazebo, It's not far," Obsidian said, beginning to walk further into the forest. He supposed telling Scythe that it wasn't far was fairly redundant, but the last thing he needed was for this walk to be awkward. Small talk was better than awkward silence, after all. "So, what's your story?"