Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-43373911-20190928225712/@comment-36815335-20191003223657

noice!

Amber explored the room for awhile, looking up at the seemingly endless array of bubbles. Every so often a bubble would pop, dropping its contents onto the cold floor. Eventually she realised the bubbles had a time limit, so she could predict when the next one would drop. She found a small window very high in the wall. No problem, she thought, and tried to generate her wings. Nothing happened. Her gem was cracked from the fall when her bubble was popped. She sat down, defeated, pondering what to do next.