Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-26444332-20160927233738

'Such destruction...' murmurs one of the girls, dark-haired and looking no more than twelve. 'Truly, wasteful. If you're going to raze something, do it right.'

'Says the Nightmare Queen...' replies the driver.

'Says the Noble Dragon Spirit,' she shoots back. Before the two can begin arguing, the other man (looking young, though with silver-white hair like an old greybeard) raises his hand, and both fall silent.

'Really, you two,' he says, sighing. 'Can you not argue for one day? Just one?'

'Just because you're a Starwright doesn't mean you can order us around...' murmurs the woman.

'Actually, it does. I'm the eldest, not you,' the man replies as the carriage rattles to a halt in front of the palace. 'Cardinal, dear, could you help me with my chair?'

The other woman, now recognizable as the one present at the siege a few days previously, helps the man down and into his wheelchair, and the four wait for the guards to approach.