Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180427214328/@comment-26108027-20180605070139

It's almost absolutely silent, aside from the gentle rustle of the leaves and grass, and the ocean. No distant shouting, no training soldiers, no threat of monsters showing up uninvited. The sun is gently kissing the growing gems, not so bright as to blind anyone who looked, but just right to show all the colors hidden inside. There's a perfect mix of the sweet smell of the flowers and the saltiness of the ocean. It's warm here, not hot, with a gentle breeze and occasional cloud to ease away all worries.

Tiral sits under the tree, staring out over the ocean. The breeze ruffles his hair gently.