What's going on? Just the drawing or other things too?I am not having a good day today
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What's going on? Just the drawing or other things too?I am not having a good day today
I don't see any. I think it's because I'm on mobile?On the RP, up the top near the name there are tags
I’m on mobile too, I see em thereI don't see any. I think it's because I'm on mobile?
I don't see any. I think it's because I'm on mobile?
Don't you DARE apologize to US when you've got to take time off to maneuver real life's hurdles. We'll be here whenever you're ready for us.I may not be the most active for a couple days. Sorry. Some stuff is going on with one of my friends.
Don't be sorry! Hope everything works out for you, River.I may not be the most active for a couple days. Sorry. Some stuff is going on with one of my friends.
I’m on mobile too, I see em there
Oh dangThis is probably a really stupid question, but you’re looking on the actual RP, right?![]()
I’m on mobile tooI don't see any. I think it's because I'm on mobile?
LolOh dang
I'm stupid XD
I see them. On the rp.
: OCiro sadly listened to her panic, not interjecting until she'd said everything she had to. "That's our whole world, no?" Her distress was making it very hard for him to resist the desire to offer a reassuring hand or even an entire embrace. But he knew from experience that could be disastrous and kept his hands rhythmically running over the wolf's fur.
But he couldn't give her a chance to spiral any further down fear's debilitating chasm.
"I want you to tell me something. Tell me... what you were doing when your portal appeared. What your day had been like. Who you'd met."
Whenever he encountered someone with a fragile composure, he'd found that simply asking for a story from their life would never fail to placate. He made sure to listen to anyone who had an unsung song fluttering beneath a hurting heart- the young and old, from his little sisters to an elderly wanderer.
Because Ciro knew that timetraveling was, in fact, very real. No time machines or reality rifts required. All you needed was an open ear.
Storytelling was the purest and realest form of timetraveling. Telling not only regaled a willing audience, but it most certainly returned the teller to that better time.