Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Noe hadn't been back to Stormbreak's remains until today, unsure if she wanted to see the shattered remnants of her home. But in the end, she was drawn toward the Arclight, a macabre sense of curiosity compelling her over the open waves and through the treacherous waters, rowing her dinghy beneath the shadow of the once-mighty Tower and past the shell of the Archives, until she settled quietly onto the shores of the Celestine.
For a moment, she simply breathed, but the scent of brine was all that filled her nose. No longer could she smell the familiar stench of Stormbreak, and somehow that, more than anything, was what told her that her home was well and truly gone.
She hopped out of the little rowboat, dragging it up onto the sand. Her shoes sank into the shoreline, and she reached down to tug them off her feet impatiently, feeling as though she might become stuck and never be able to leave if she kept sinking into the surf.
Barefoot, she wandered into the dim twilight of the Celestine. It was still beautiful, still awe-inspiring, but... it wasn't home anymore. It didn't bring her joy; it merely brought her a sense of melancholic nostalgia. She sniffled faintly as she walked past enclosure after enclosure, determined not to cry. She would just... find somewhere new to go. It would all be fine.
For a moment, she simply breathed, but the scent of brine was all that filled her nose. No longer could she smell the familiar stench of Stormbreak, and somehow that, more than anything, was what told her that her home was well and truly gone.
She hopped out of the little rowboat, dragging it up onto the sand. Her shoes sank into the shoreline, and she reached down to tug them off her feet impatiently, feeling as though she might become stuck and never be able to leave if she kept sinking into the surf.
Barefoot, she wandered into the dim twilight of the Celestine. It was still beautiful, still awe-inspiring, but... it wasn't home anymore. It didn't bring her joy; it merely brought her a sense of melancholic nostalgia. She sniffled faintly as she walked past enclosure after enclosure, determined not to cry. She would just... find somewhere new to go. It would all be fine.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
Noe
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
