forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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Altheia smirked "I'll come with you Nimue!"

Cal held up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, Marya. I was just. . . going for a walk?" He answered, hoping that she wouldn't kill him.

"A walk? A walk? Seriously? You should get to bed. Right. Now." she shook her head, wet dripping hair falling over her shoulder.

"Oh, come on. . . do I have to?" Cal asked, wrinkling his nose at the sound of the infirmary and nurses.

Marya shot him another glare. "Yes." she grabbed his hand and started leading him to the infirmary. "And you're going to stay there."

“Wait, Marya-“ Nimue started, poking her head out. “We need him for the meeting. He can go back later.”

Cal walked after her and chuckled, shaking his head faintly. "There's nothing to do. Only nurses constantly talking and trying to start conversations with me."

Ailith had left the infirmary, she got bored.

"Go to your meeting, Cal. I'll get dressed." Marya shook her head and let go of Cal's arm, walking away.

"Bye, Little Wolf." Cal called out, waving before he turned back towards Nimue and frowned. "I'm starting to think that you enjoy to bother us." He finally said, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips up.

//yES

She entered a dusty room, coughing, she turned on the lights. Racks of clothing filled every inch of space and Marya smiled. She scanned each aisle for maybe overalls, a t-shirt, but nothing was in her size except for an incredibly itchy dress and as much as she appreciated sewing, that dress was an insult to humankind.
She settled on a t-shirt that hung past her knees and some pink shorts that were a bit too loose, but she fixed that with a belt. It wasn't like anyone would be able to see her shorts anyway, what with the t-shirt that was almost long enough to be a dress.

( I might make another fantasy rp. . .)
(Should I?)

//YEA!

//I gtg for now but when u make it pls save me a spot

//I gtg for now but when u make it pls save me a spot

//Same, save me a place

//Anybody on?

//hey

//Hello

( hey. )

Cal finally made it to the infirmary, where the nurses checked on his wound again. He hated not having his shirt on. Everyone could see his scars. Again.
"Are we done yet?" He asked impatiently, wincing as the ointment stung the stitches. Is it supposed to sting?
"Soon. Hold still, child." The older nurse said in a motherly tone, continuing to add the liquid and wrapping it up.

//I gtg, Nessie u can move my characters if u need to