Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-30046039-20170121003933/@comment-31605619-20170121164059

Quince glanced back at her, about to leave. "Aw, you're just going to leave? Really?" Now that the windows were closed, her unfolded himself from the wheelchair, walking on his well muscled, yet rarely used dragon hind legs. He stretched, glad to be standing if anything, and walked over towards the back of the shop. He glanced back at Ava. "You're just going to get yourself killed out there. Why would you want to risk that??"

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As Ryley neared the shop, she noticed that the shutters were closed. And, a small crowd had gathered, some talking about something they had seen, others just wanting to see what was happening. She felt a jolt, hoping her brother hadn't been seen, somehow, though she knew he was careful. She pulled out the key Quince had given her, and stuck it in the door, twisting it and having some trouble. She could never figure out keys, for some reason.