Post by Y'shtola Rhul on Aug 5, 2024 9:38:52 GMT -6
Y'shtola Rhul
Miqo'te | Age 32 23 | 150cm x 45kg (4'9 x 99) | F | Sorceress
She was starting to like Provo. She had found out about many interesting things, among which there was the presence of her chaotic friend Alexander Sorel. She had not managed to find him just yet, although she had not really tried to. She first wanted to get used to the city, have her mental map of it, her points of interest - she had not even visited the Rising Stones, yet.
For the time being, she chose to walk her way to the outskirts, a newly bought wooden staff in her hands. She had learned enough of the inner part of the city, now she was curious about the outside. Once she found herself among the fields, she breathed in the fresh air. She missed Gridania, and something among the smell of this place reminded her about it. By the Twelve, she even missed Y’mhitra.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted as a sudden burst in aether caught her attention. She moved her gaze towards the source of the burst and furrowed her brows. What -or who- could be doing such a thing? It felt like someone was spellcasting. Out of curiosity, she chose to walk closer. There was something familiar about that soul, but her memory was still a little fuzzy at times and she could not quite remember who that was. “Excuse me.” she said, trying to attract the person’s attention “Is everything alright?”
For the time being, she chose to walk her way to the outskirts, a newly bought wooden staff in her hands. She had learned enough of the inner part of the city, now she was curious about the outside. Once she found herself among the fields, she breathed in the fresh air. She missed Gridania, and something among the smell of this place reminded her about it. By the Twelve, she even missed Y’mhitra.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted as a sudden burst in aether caught her attention. She moved her gaze towards the source of the burst and furrowed her brows. What -or who- could be doing such a thing? It felt like someone was spellcasting. Out of curiosity, she chose to walk closer. There was something familiar about that soul, but her memory was still a little fuzzy at times and she could not quite remember who that was. “Excuse me.” she said, trying to attract the person’s attention “Is everything alright?”
"Until the Heavens fall, until our last breath."
© Paradox - sadu
