Private Tales The Old Ways

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Xylthe wanted to throw up. The only thing stopping her from doing so was that Senvid was being so sweet to her and she didn't want to throw up over him. She kept her eyes firmly on ahead. She had no idea what 'ahead' was really, her eyes didn't focus on a particular stone or curve of the other side of the ravine her gaze was just ahead. Her hand was tight around his probably to the point of bruising but she could do little about it.

Her hand shook and she was not ashamed that he felt it.

"I-I-I saw a canary once. A yellow b...ird. My old master had it, apparently it had been left behind by some of the miners who were working above."