Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28754773-20170509151808/@comment-27939230-20170518144437

Silver put a thin layer of glass on the barrier, singing softly to himself. "That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name..." He got done with the barrier, looking at his work "The glass should hold if the ice melts." Silver looked at the barrier once more, thinking of all the lives lost...all due to petty wars, and social issues. He didn't talk about it, but the thought of all those who had died made him sick. He sat on the floor, with his head in his hands.