Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26872802-20150523033129/@comment-26872802-20150523150152

Clouds blocked the sun that afternoon, the open patches showing cerulean. A gentle breeze drifted through the air, brushing against the trees of a large set of woods, surrounded by gates owned by the government. The forest had pavements, some crumbling, that people walked on. It was ordinary, as always. So very ordinary.