Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-2054732-20160607213629/@comment-27304481-20160611022341

Zultanite wanders to the back of the room where it is less crowded and leans against the back wall, and subsequently takes out a lock and begins twisting a key inside of it.

Matraite heard people calling out nicknames looked backwards, and gazes through the crowd searching for the two individuals who were stating things. Her eyes caught the gazing head swivel of a red head gem. She looks back towards a gem that might find that "Icy" description that was stated, and caught a slightly visible, and constricted her eyes to see it was an icicle like form.

Matraite fixes her eyeballs, and the pupils began to change shape. In the blink of an eye, she draws her sword, appears in front of the icy gem, and placed her sword back in the scabbard, slicing the air right behind her.

"If you are known as Icy, your friend is calling you." She whispers, eager to reunite friends.