Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20171024230027/@comment-32004538-20171101160841

(I don't mean it Claw. Just to let you know)

"Check your schedule," Silver scoffed, turning. "Move around a few things." Her eyes narrowed. "You talk as if this is no more than something you can plan. A real adventure cannot truly be determined ahead of time. You can say you'll be gone for a week, but what if you break your leg? You can say you'll only need such amount of water, but what if you spill it all? A true adventure is going to rip your plan apart, tear it into strips. A true adventure is going to mean loss, whether of your personality, your fur -" She lifted her leg to reveal a scar she had gotten from a wolf in the maze. "- your friend, or your life.

"You can't just...make sure that you have nothing for the next two weeks because that's how long you think it's going to take. You can't just say you'll be back next week to your family - if you have any - or tell your fans you'll be back in two weeks to sign their stuffed animals. You can't inform your manager you'll need two days to recover, because you may need a whole lot more than that. Or you may not come back."

She turned around, glaring at everyone. "If you all honestly think that it's just going to take a week, or a month, or two months, stop that thought right there. I'm assuming that if you called us here, we need to assume we're not coming back." She turned to Fenneck. "I have no family. My father died last year, and my mom didn't last long afterwards. So you're going to tell us why you called us here. You're going to allow us to talk. And you're going to allow us to walk away, if we so wish. Like I said before, I can get very, very cold to others." She opened her mouth, allowing a cold breeze to come out. "Now, do you agree?"

(Anyone get it? Since she has a Freezing Yowl? No? Okay then)