“I just want a ship out of this flowery hell! Is that so much to ask?!”
The sniffling of the Xaela had left him worse for wear, agitation setting in as the pollen was causing another sneeze to build up within him.
“The shroud is beautiful and you’re just being a big baby!” The elegant Elezen responded with a stern point of her finger. His attitude had only gotten worse since the journey began.
The sound of a thud hitting the deck behind her causing her to look back in a panic, the Xaela passing out upon the wooden surface with glazed over eyes. Groans coming from deep in his chest before he lifted up his right hand and mustered up. “Just put me out of my misery!”
(Got to hang out with the beautiful @nebula1984 today in the shroud. Had to put Richter through a little bit of hell, but to spend time with her beautiful Elezen is ever worth it.)
(Thank you for hanging out with me for a bit. It helped my mood some. 🙂 I appreciate it.)
Spirit of the Warlock 