Location: It's Not Fair!, Seeking Advice
It's Not Fair
Evren: I'm sorry dear, but you cannot go. We're having a special meeting with one of your father's friends.
Evren: Now be good, my dear, no magic in the house and, please, leave your father's things alone.
Evren: Come here right now!
Evren: What have you been up to, young lady?
Evren: Nythera, we could smell the fumes from your father's alchemy lab when we walked in. What do you have to say for yourself?
Evren: That's it, young lady. You're grounded. No dragon magic for you for the next 1,000 years!
Evren: Oh my dear!
Evren: We've been so worried!
Evren: Hush, dear. Let her finish.
Evren: We've kept you sheltered long enough.
Evren: Listen to Warlic, honey.
Thanks to Stephen Nix for corrections.
< Message edited by Peachii -- 4/29/2016 6:27:32 >