The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Cal nodded in understanding. "You know me, son of Cupid. . . always trying to pair everyone up with one another. It's a habit."

“Nice to meet you, Altheia,” she nodded distractedly, helping Cal into the room before setting out papers for everyone to write on.

"We have also received word that a high security prisoner has been secured and is being taken to the the castle so that Princess Lily can decide what to do with him." The scout spouted.

//is it Kirin

( I think it's @Xeno's character, right?)

"We have also received word that a high security prisoner has been secured and is being taken to the the castle so that Princess Lily can decide what to do with him." The scout spouted.

Cal nodded, furrowing his brow faintly in thought. "We'll call a meeting soon. Right now, everyone needs to get stitched up and whatnot."

// I thought it’s was @Xeno

"We have also received word that a high security prisoner has been secured and is being taken to the the castle so that Princess Lily can decide what to do with him." The scout spouted.

Cal nodded, furrowing his brow faintly in thought. "We'll call a meeting soon. Right now, everyone needs to get stitched up and whatnot."

//I thought you called one already?

( I think it's @Xeno's character, right?)

//okay, thanks, just wondering
Mainly cause I was planning to get him caught again but forgot if I told you guys or not

( I think it's @Xeno's character, right?)

//Yep

Marya slipped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. She would have to go change soon and not in her bloody clothes. She stepped out into the castle halls, her feet making a trail of wet footprints as she hoped to find her room.

Cal noticed a figure down the hall wrapped in a towel. As they neared it, he realized that it was Marya. "Oh, uh, hi. . ." He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassingly.

Nimue snickered and started leaving. “I’ll go set up for the meeting, have fun you two!”

Cal scowled faintly at Nimue and shot her a look. "Thanks. . ."

"Don't you dare. Don't you fricking dare. You should take a shower too. And you shouldn't even be here! You should be resting!" Marya glared at Cal, pointing at him.

Altheia smirked "I'll come with you Nimue!"

Cal held up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, Marya. I was just. . . going for a walk?" He answered, hoping that she wouldn't kill him.

"A walk? A walk? Seriously? You should get to bed. Right. Now." she shook her head, wet dripping hair falling over her shoulder.

"Oh, come on. . . do I have to?" Cal asked, wrinkling his nose at the sound of the infirmary and nurses.

Marya shot him another glare. "Yes." she grabbed his hand and started leading him to the infirmary. "And you're going to stay there."

“Wait, Marya-“ Nimue started, poking her head out. “We need him for the meeting. He can go back later.”

Cal walked after her and chuckled, shaking his head faintly. "There's nothing to do. Only nurses constantly talking and trying to start conversations with me."

Ailith had left the infirmary, she got bored.

"Go to your meeting, Cal. I'll get dressed." Marya shook her head and let go of Cal's arm, walking away.

"Bye, Little Wolf." Cal called out, waving before he turned back towards Nimue and frowned. "I'm starting to think that you enjoy to bother us." He finally said, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips up.

( I might make another fantasy rp. . .)
(Should I?)

//yES

She entered a dusty room, coughing, she turned on the lights. Racks of clothing filled every inch of space and Marya smiled. She scanned each aisle for maybe overalls, a t-shirt, but nothing was in her size except for an incredibly itchy dress and as much as she appreciated sewing, that dress was an insult to humankind.
She settled on a t-shirt that hung past her knees and some pink shorts that were a bit too loose, but she fixed that with a belt. It wasn't like anyone would be able to see her shorts anyway, what with the t-shirt that was almost long enough to be a dress.

( I might make another fantasy rp. . .)
(Should I?)

//YEA!

(Of course!)