Yultia: Land of Magic

[BetaB17]

The scarecrow of grim, shallow in his seat stretched his legs as his heels dug into the floor. In a lazy accent he raised to a stand, his spine drooped back like that of the dead. In a quick flinch and crack, his torso shot forward, his spine still lazy, and his head fell onwards. There he stood, drooped forward in despair, his arms dangled and his eyes sheathed.

His mouth moved, the stitching were stretched, and so he said "I grow bored and depressed, I have but one question my Mistress.. Are we.." Only for a pause as he brought his left hand up to his chest in a polite manner ".. or more precisely am I to be free to disembark of this.. oh do I say it.. exciteful chatter?"

Alma upon his shoulders stretched her wings upon the end, displaying their mutual contentment with the lack of interest. The cramped and social environment was far from his comfort, even before he was always so reclusive aside from one. He was but a gentleman none the less, like a student asking a teacher if leave would be proper. It was his way to show respect, even in his playful times.

[Ripcage]

Batari cautiously walked up the remaining steps and approached the large door. She waited to see if this door would open by itself like the door at the main entrance.