Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-27115455-20171123071745

Slowly, her red leather boot steps through the entrance, noticing her shoelaces were untied, as is the usual, although this was all very unusual. Angie peered at the dragon flapping down above them, it being her only point of focus in the empty space.

The loud voice rang in her golden ears, and her mitten hands shot up to cover them, but she stopped herself, realizing that the dragon wasn't moving it's mouth. And, it would've been plain rude.

She looked back at Scythe when he was spoken to, watching the sword lie on the ground until whirling around to see the great beast again. Angie's feet walked toward cautiously as she kept her gaze up at the dragon.