Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161130043658/@comment-31605619-20161201152911

His face back to normal, cold Icewing colors, Sleet turned down the hall and towards Art Class. Though his mind was mostly stuck on what had happened last night.. a prophecy. apparently. He found that he desperately wanted to be in it, for a reason he didn't understand- perhaps more than one reason. But at the same time, he felt for some reason like he didn't belong.. but he was used to that feeling. He would, of course, follow them anyway even if they didn't want him to, if they ever did leave Jade Mountain.

Sleet's thoughts were interrupted as he entered the Art Classroom, which was quite messy from orevious classes. He dodged around a still-wet splatter of red paint on the ground, and he trotted towards the back of the room, where all the supplies were stored.