moirasfinnigan
Artisan
Rohnan stumbles through the portal and back into the mists. The other adventures who were departing around her insisted that it had just been just over three days since they had arrived on the Lady of Iron’s shard, but to Rohnan, it had been countless thousands of years.
Emotions to memories that had long been forgotten coursed through her. She mourned for people she could remember and was ferociously, burning in anger to have that missing. Being consumed by any form of fire was comforting familiar to her.
As the mists part and she looks around at what should be home, the edge of the fey forest in the Lux looks like any other forest to her. Any memory of this place being lost to the sands of time. The steady pounding of her heart in her chest, like a blacksmith’s hammer, being a friendly reminder that all was well.
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Emotions to memories that had long been forgotten coursed through her. She mourned for people she could remember and was ferociously, burning in anger to have that missing. Being consumed by any form of fire was comforting familiar to her.
As the mists part and she looks around at what should be home, the edge of the fey forest in the Lux looks like any other forest to her. Any memory of this place being lost to the sands of time. The steady pounding of her heart in her chest, like a blacksmith’s hammer, being a friendly reminder that all was well.
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