Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505165019

Shrike frowned speculatively at Paul, finding a hidden meaning in his words. She briefly glanced behind herself at Sunstone. The storm howled, loose soil spinning around them in funnels. Her hair was matted and dirty because of it, the scarred flesh of her face made irritated and red.

"Shouldn't take long." She murmured to herself, coming to a decision.

She breathed out and flexed her right hand, opening and closing her glove, began to walk towards them.