a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
Lirsi watches the other woman shed her clothing, smirking slightly. "It won't stay terribly warm, but Torchline's a better place to be than that place," she states. She's avoided venturing to the Hollowed Grounds, because surely her brother would not have strayed from the seas. "You should stay here, for deepfrost," Lirsi states, absently.
She moves closer to her strange new friend, and offers out her hand. "I'm Lirsi." Somebody who hated winter, and was from another place prior to the Hollowed Grounds--so she had run into an Outlander.
Interesting.
"So, you're an outlander? What was your home before the Hollowed Grounds?" An innocent enough question. She was curious, after all.
She moves closer to her strange new friend, and offers out her hand. "I'm Lirsi." Somebody who hated winter, and was from another place prior to the Hollowed Grounds--so she had run into an Outlander.
Interesting.
"So, you're an outlander? What was your home before the Hollowed Grounds?" An innocent enough question. She was curious, after all.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
