Solange

on Tue 08 Sep 2020, 00:24

I've spent a lifetime running, and I always get away

Finally business was getting back to what it was normally up North. It seemed as if the darkest days were finally over for anyone without a trained eye. But not for Vesper. She was always alert, always expected another danger to make its way to the city she had sworn her loyalty to. The city she called home. She knew never to grow accustomed to one place and yet she had, even more so to the people. She couldn't deny she cared about them. It made for the fact that should she ever have to leave, it would be that much harder.

Thankfully she didn't plan on it. She had enough protection here, which was the first and foremost thing in her line of work. Now all she had to do was her job, which she did well. Both of them. She spent hours upon hours researching and gathering information, planting it somewhere else carefully. Sometimes even adding a little extra to spice things up, with permission of course. Something that could never be trailed back to her. Like today, when she was concocting a particularly difficult but powerful potion. Harmless, unless you knew how to use it. And hard to use, but childsplay to her.

Tag: Diana Freyr

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thank you Sarah!

on Thu 10 Sep 2020, 15:03

i felt so much

that i started to feel nothing

i am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. there is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

For a while, she had sat in the solarium, staring up at Solista the way she oftentimes did when she felt rather lost. As if the sun would come down from its safe home in the sky and offer her some kind of personal guidance. But sitting there, thinking, sometimes provided her with some clarity at least, which was usually enough to keep her going for a little while longer. Occasionally, she would be hit with periods of melancholy, and now that the news of Nox’s death had arrived in Caer Scion, Diana hardly knew how to feel.

To give herself something to do, she made her way to the part of the castle where the Mistress of Whispers resided. Vesper was not only a loyal council member to House Freyr, but she was also a very skilled alchemist. Diana figured she could learn a thing or two from the raven-haired woman. A few knocks on her door introduced her presence, after which she simply walked in, closing the door behind her again. She curiously eyed the brew. “What are you working on?” she inquired. It all seemed rather complicated.

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