Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26972097-20160312231643/@comment-26709630-20160323120920

Marcelle laughed and slowed her pace for her companion. It felt good to run, to race. She hadn't raced since... since many years ago when... she shook away the thought. Now was not the time to mourn over Mars' situation. Looking back every 30 seconds to see if Rowan was still with her, they arrived upon Marcelle's chosen destination. It was a nice little clumb of elegant willow trees. Running through the trees was a stream. Marcelle ducked around the willow branches, become a human, and plopped herself down on the silky soft grass. "What do you think?"