Cana Alberona

Cana peered over the rim of her barrel to address the young man standing before her. Had she gotten herself into trouble already? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Forgot to mention Cana doesn't know what will happen upon eye contact with another person, also doesn't know why she can't get the blindfold off.

“NO TIME FOR EXTENDED SPELLS--

There was no room for arguing with Cana, or so she told herself. Maybe she just sort of wanted to sneak a peak herself. Still she flushed at the comment, hoping she didn’t actually know about those parts of her writing.  “ What would I even need to bring ?! “

“A lacrima, of course. Those nifty little mobile ones are so useful when we’re trying to be sneaky. I’ll bring mine too, of course, and we’ll snap a picture of the guys in action.”

                                      they’re my family.

                                    not by something as                                  ACCIDENTAL as blood. 

What I meant by storylines is – do any other roleplay blogs want to discuss a plot to write with me. Some people prefer to discuss a starting point (say, a mission in the guild), others just like to wing it.

“Then why is it so hot here?” 

                                     “It makes you retch?”

A brow arched up as Freed put down the bottle and seated himself on the chair across from her. He never thought that he’d get to hear this statement from her. Yet still, of course if Cana caught a sickness or something similar it was plausible.

                                      “So you have no idea why it’s being like that?”

Cana wiped a tear from her eye. She was grieving, truly, for the lack of alcohol in her life. It felt as though a loved one had passed on into the next life. She needed a means of coping, but nothing compared to the tingling sensation of alcohol as it spilled across her tongue.