Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-27281349-20161125190814

A white figure barreled down out of the sky. It's, her gaze, deep blue, narrowed towards the entrance to a large, snake-fang-looking mountian. Her wings shot open, slowing her decent. She landed promptly, shaking out her scales. "I'm always late for everything" she muttered to herself.

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(Will have Blackwater walk into doomy one day)

Blackwater was already in her winglets cave. Her head rested on her front talons and she stared intently at a scroll, her amber gaze scanning it. Her mind didn't take in the words, yet simply worried about everything. Every little thing from not sleeping enough, to tripping and making a fool of herself, and things as such.