Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-11457306-20141121020609

"How'd it go?" asked Riona, when Megan returned.

"How did what go?" Megan eyed her suspiciously.

"Um...I just saw Darach go after you, I thought, well, you know, he might have cheered you up after Tomas made you feel bad." Gods, that sounded lame.

"Oh.  Well, I thought he meant to also, in fact that's what it sounded like--but then when I told him how I felt--he said he didn't want to hear about Tomas.  So, I felt like an idiot.  I thought he really liked me--now, I'm not so sure.  I don't understand him at all.  I think it's probably best if I try not to interact with him at all unless I can help it.  He confuses me too much." She spoke as she removed her clothes, washed her face and brushed out her hair. Then she climbed into bed.

Riona had a very hard time not looking stricken. What had Darach said? She couldn't possibly help him if he kept screwing things up. It sounded as if he'd hung himself good now.

"Good night, Riona."

"Good night, Megan." She lay down in bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time. This is Tomas' fault, she decided. If he hadn't come in, Megan would not have left and Darach would not have left her sight and made his final blunder, whatever it was.