[Rhus begins to stomp away, oh so tired of spending time around foolish, reckless youths who believe they're in the right. Of extremists and the constant reminders of a civil war just waiting to happen.
Then the Miqo'te drags a hand through his mane and sighs once he's well out of the boys' sight.]
no subject
Then the Miqo'te drags a hand through his mane and sighs once he's well out of the boys' sight.]
Good bloody riddance.