Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170902025442/@comment-26108027-20170915235504

Acolo looks in a puddle, looking at the smudged dirt and ash on her face. She starts heading towards a specific house, slouching to make herself look smaller.

She knocks on the heavy wooden door, worn with age, as her eyes well with tears. It opens slowly.

"Oh, hey, kiddo.. What's wrong?"