Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950523-20160409004044/@comment-25954732-20160410150840

Quinn relaxed a bit without the weight of the gift to impend her general movement. "O-Of course I did!" She looked a bit sheepish, red flowers blossoming on her cheeks.** "I-I didn't w-want to give you n-nothing on t-this special day.."

"O-Ok, Tirux..." She replied softly, a bit more at ease now. "I d-didn't realize y-you were a friend of C-Calli's... not that I-I get out m-much to even k-know. I-It's nice to m-meet you."

Turning briefly to Scythe, she looked pleased to see him. "I-I've been doing g-great, Scythe. I g-got a nice new c-camera recently... I t-think it's my m-mother trying to butter me u-up to do something.." Once again, Quinn's general paranoid/pessimistic outlook came into play, her eyes darkening a shade before lighting up again.

"H-How have you been?" Quinn asked politely, hands clasped together in front of her.

'''((** I know it's pretty obvious that "red flowers blossoming on her cheeks" is a metaphor, but since this is a fantasy world, and there's literally a fairy tale called "The Maiden With The Rose on Her Forehead", I just want to clarify that no, you cannot pluck brilliant red flowers off of her cheeks. XD))'''