Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-5583506-20170329183308

Deaphanie walked up to William's side, still stroking Morty in her arms. She looked up after the bird, tracing it with her gaze.

"Where I am from, we don't have birds", she said, scratching the neck of the cub. "And it does make me sad at times to think of how many there used to be around here, just before they go nearly wiped out by an apex predator such as mankind; in one foul sweep of nuclear destruction."

It was hard at times to read Deaphanie. Most of the time she seemed to jovial and perhaps a bit naïve, but as of now she seemed to be... melancholic. There was a sadness behind those eyes, but for what or whom she mourned remained unsaid.