Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-10860529-20130722015451/@comment-10860529-20130722075948

Cynthea flinched at the contact, biting her lip to prevent a honk-like squeak. She averted her gaze from his sight. They shouldn't have been talking like this. He was supposed to hate her and she was to hate herself because of it, among the jeers of others.

Filling the awkward void. What do.

She spotted Ori digging a splayed hooves into the ground while being pat. he was aimed at Rouen. Cocking an eyebrow, she raised her voice.

"And no charging either." the kid suddenly tilted his head. The goat seemed less than pleased with the demand, but followed suit as he sniffed the boy's hand.

"I'm still training him, but he seems to fair fine." she smiled, this time more genuinely. Cynthea went to scratch behind Ori's year, eyes a little less red from the past encounter.