[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a37fb4c2-51c4-43dd-9d04-7b13e78155ed.jpg[/img][color=lightsteelblue][h2]SEYRUN RIVIATHAN[/h2][/color][hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent][color=lightsteelblue]"Hahaha! Indeed, it truly is,"[/color] Seyrun said amid a sudden burst of laughter from the mental image that came with Nadalena's comparison. [color=lightsteelblue]"I can barely imagine how you'd look dressed in Roman-style royal garbs,"[/color] she added while trying to regain her composure, after her outburst attracted a great deal of unwanted attention.

[color=lightsteelblue]"It's because of this kind of thing that I really miss you, Nadia."[/color]

[color=lightsteelblue]"Anyway, that's enough talk about Nordland for the time being. There are many more interesting things on the main continent. Like the stories I've read about airplanes. Who would say that machines like that would be perfect this soon?"[/color] Seyrun said before pulling a Xargonian magazine whose main story was about the second edition of Myrándais great air fair that happened on the previous Spring. [color=lightsteelblue]"This seems to be a very entertaining hobby. I wonder if I would be able to fly one of these one day? I mean, it can't be much harder than driving, can it?"[/color][/indent]