Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27147599-20181124220120/@comment-34052734-20181205005014

Frederik wandered in the long hallways of the palace, taking his mind off of everything that had happened earlier. There was a gnawing feeling that wracked his mind, and he pinpointed it the that a fact that a Red could be magical. He had a rather collected and stoic expression, but inside he was boiling with calculations. ''I need a break. Perhaps I’ll go spar for awhile to distract myself.''

Casimir was engaging in a conversation regarding the filthy Reds with a posse of nobles. There was a devilish sparkle in his eyes.

Ezekiel was pulled into the party. He avoided making eye-contact with any of the Silvers, gazing at his stitched shoes. His frail slippers- His old shoes. My God!