Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-3293219-20141004102154

Azarath continued to sleep throughout the many hours that Elana speant looking out of the window, he awoke, with a happy sigh at first, until he realised what had happened, the same dream... But who was... 'Ciara?'

The Dunmer then noticed that a shadow cast across his bed, he slowly got up and wandered over to the window, because she had her back to him, he couldn't see any signs of distress. He stopped, just behind her and wrapped his arms around waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Mornin'..."

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"I didn't get chance... No blood was drawn, we didn't get friendly enough to be in posession of eachother's clothing and fire can't be captured, at least not by normal means." Covin replied, somewhat bitterly.

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Robin continued to walk through the approach, wincing with every step, it was like they had an itch, that they were desperate to scratch but couldn't move their hands to tend to it. The Breton kept their head high, knocking that Aia was all that mattered, she had to make it to Solitude, even if Robin had to die to make it so...