Nerissa
once upon a time my world was big
and full of monsters
and full of monsters
Nerissa has kept to herself since the frankly disastrous attempt at exploration she’d embarked on with the princess and the Governor, proving that star studded affairs are no more disposed to good luck than anything else. Really she has only herself to blame, a lack of planning showing it’s face at the zenith of that trip.
Regardless, she is healed, rested, and more importantly, she has answered Zeph’s summons. Alone, unfortunately, her ever present dark cloud not hovering over her at the moment, a different task requiring his capable arms.
Nerissa sits at the edge of one of the flooded tunnels, lounging against sharp rock and letting pale eyes wander around the room, noting faces she knew and ones she didn’t, a distant, unreadable expression on her face.
Regardless, she is healed, rested, and more importantly, she has answered Zeph’s summons. Alone, unfortunately, her ever present dark cloud not hovering over her at the moment, a different task requiring his capable arms.
Nerissa sits at the edge of one of the flooded tunnels, lounging against sharp rock and letting pale eyes wander around the room, noting faces she knew and ones she didn’t, a distant, unreadable expression on her face.
but now the world is small,
and I am the monster
and I am the monster
