Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140422184210/@comment-24685738-20140422234020

Maria shook the Dunmer off her, her own Red hair falling out of its braid. "Julie... I can't...

I have to tell you...

Cyrus told me... via Isis... that a Breton girl with red hair would be leading armies, sitting on a throne...

I couldn't be around for him... Not if that's me...

He loves you... When you were gone... He could barely look at me without glancing away, guilty..."