09-25-2020, 12:37 AM
THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
Trygve had to bite his tongue to silence a groan of agony when he heard the words chess and crash together, he knew that Aine would give her father a task that he liked and as much as he respected the guy... He couldn't understand his affinity for the game itself. But Ry would play with Gael from time to time whenever Aine wasn't just to humor the old guy, a soft sigh left his maw as he limped over with both tufted ears forward. He offered a faint smile and well, maybe he could learn to be better at the game in general... Especially since he was injured and should avoid anything that requires too much physical activity from him.
With a twitch of his whiskers, Trygve would speak up slowly nodding in the direction of the vulpine "Well, I might as well try getting better at this game." Even if it drove him up the wall but he tried not to think too much about it as he sat down wincing slightly at all the movement he was doing, yeah, he was going to be sore for a good while.
With a twitch of his whiskers, Trygve would speak up slowly nodding in the direction of the vulpine "Well, I might as well try getting better at this game." Even if it drove him up the wall but he tried not to think too much about it as he sat down wincing slightly at all the movement he was doing, yeah, he was going to be sore for a good while.
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan