Brook hunted and returned to her log to find it had been destroyed by a fallen tree limb. Where am i going to sleep now? She thought in dismay, wondering in the general direction of Scar's den without knowing it.
Eva reached home. Seeing it was now seven thirty A.M., she started making herself breakfast.
No roleplay is quite the same, no matter how many times we use the same plot. Each one presents a new challenge, a new adventure.