Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140316151420/@comment-27783182-20140316210922

(yes we are! :D)

Curé Nuit was enjoying her drink in a throne next to her emperor husband, Soir Aube III. Although, Soir wasn't enjoying that much. He was worried with the vision that Mara gave him. Curé looked at him.

"What's the problem, sweet?" Curé asked.

Soir Aube III sighed.

"My fate is nigh. The stars showed me the signs. Oblivion is threatening us." Soir said, sighing.

Curé placed her hand on Soir's shoulder.

"Don't worry... Let's enjoy your birthday." Curé smiled.

Rossignol Nuit and Veneur Aube were chatting about the worry of their father.

"Do you think he's telling the truth about Oblivion?" Rossignol said, crossing her arms.

"Nah..." Veneur said, placing his hand on Rossignol's shoulder. "He's just too old and tired."

Rossignol sighed.

"If you say so..."