"Malt..." said Graiai incompletely as she ate a handful of balls. "...bwall chake? Tghat-" gulp, "sounds worth trying. But as you said... they make those mostly in a far away land. I want a malt ball cake. How come no one's selling malt ball cakes?"

The silver girl seemed worth being with. But then again, she might distance herself in the occasion Graiai erupts violently, putting the poor little girl back to square one. For now, things are becoming more fascinating for the 16 year-old, [i]normally [/i]silent and shy girl, who is slowly getting the hang of the community, yet it might just fall apart again once the bizarre occurs.

Got to learn the basics of community interaction.

"As for my name, people at home call me Graiai. I-...it's a bit strange, but i'm fine with it. How about you?"

Then the whiteknight spoke, and in return Graiai spoke.

"Nope. No nude fantasies of me in your sketchbook."

The little girl could use a bit of help soon, as she's thinking of walking around and finding her own little place to stay.

[i]Mad degraded by 10%

40% mad

Rages so far: 0[/i]