002 = Comment Log =

[ruethepollywog]

[After spending a few days resting from his arrival, Rue finally decides to explore the boat. Opening the door to his room, on deck 6; the doll looks around.]

Wow... This can't be a ship. It has to be an magician's atelier.

[The previous ateliers Rue was inside always had some monsters. He couldn't help but to be cautious, even though the information he received over the relic -- well communicator. The doll decided to transform in to a Pollywog (which is a giant yellow tadpole with a purple tail fin) to float about the ground and wiggle around the boat.]

Comments

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[A brief grin.]

I should be alright; my room is quite a ways away from yours. Do you know how to get back to your own? I can show you the way back if not.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Ah, I think I might be able to get back on my own.

[He put the fork down and stood up.]

Thank you again for the drink and cake.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it; it was nice to get out for a while.

[The faerie places the dishes in the sink for later, flicking off the stands lights as she exits. Coming out beside him, she smiles a little, offering her hand in a good-night gesture.]

Okay, if you get lost just call me. It was nice talking to you, Rue, see you later?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[He shook her hand and nodded.]

Yes, I will talk to you later. Good night, Amaria.