IB-RPG-CLUB

"Ib," Mary began with a sorrowful tone as she came to a halt in the hallway. Ib froze, turning to face her new acquaintance curiously, and saw the blue-eyes stranger stare back at her for such long moments before opening her mouth again. Mary was an odd girl-such delicate curls of gold cascaded from her head perfectly and formed a gentle barrier around her plump face to contrast with her cerulean irises that ran deep like the ocean itself. But she seemed so naive, seemingly too young to have begun to fathom the surrounding dangers, and her innocence left even Ib bewildered on the subject of how the younger girl had survived on her own. "Is Ga