Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26108027-20180309140911

Tiral pulls his companion through what looks like a part in curtains. The forest behind it is warped, following the crease of the curtain. Beyond it are oak trees, laced with delicate frost, paired with the occasional winter bird's cheery chirp.

Tiral is speaking calmly, saying something about how Tessering is underrated, and how he happens to like the peaceful walk through the fabric of reality.