Dani
Who have you chose
to stand as your martyr?
to stand as your martyr?
Dani felt a twinge in her chest as the conversation guided her to her more tender memories. "A few years prior to coming here, I lived on the road with my father and two brothers. We moved from city to city out of necessity." She avoided divulging the specifics, worried that her lifestyle at that time might alter Anden's perception of her in an unfavorable way. "It's not as exciting as it sounds." Or rather, it wasn't exciting in the way that it sounded. She preoccupied herself with a loose thread on Anden's jacket, avoiding eye contact.
"How about you?" She imagined grand trees dipping into the clouds and shivered. "I can hardly imagine staying put in a world like that." She paused to consider her own statement, admiring the glade with Anden. "Then again, I suppose that applies to this world as well." She smiled. "I want to see more of Caido."
Dani unfurled her legs, stretching them out and swinging them lazily. "To be frank, the sanctuary was about as grim as most of the Hallowed Grounds. That is, with the exception of the Artist's Sanctuary," she said with a grin. She recalled the unusual and upbeat music she'd heard during her visit, and subconsciously tapped her foot in time to a soundless beat. "I met the guildmaster, Bastien De Rosieres. I could instantly tell he didn't originate here," she said with a playful tone. "If you haven't been to the Santuary yet, where have you been spending your time since you arrived?"
"How about you?" She imagined grand trees dipping into the clouds and shivered. "I can hardly imagine staying put in a world like that." She paused to consider her own statement, admiring the glade with Anden. "Then again, I suppose that applies to this world as well." She smiled. "I want to see more of Caido."
Dani unfurled her legs, stretching them out and swinging them lazily. "To be frank, the sanctuary was about as grim as most of the Hallowed Grounds. That is, with the exception of the Artist's Sanctuary," she said with a grin. She recalled the unusual and upbeat music she'd heard during her visit, and subconsciously tapped her foot in time to a soundless beat. "I met the guildmaster, Bastien De Rosieres. I could instantly tell he didn't originate here," she said with a playful tone. "If you haven't been to the Santuary yet, where have you been spending your time since you arrived?"
To prove purposeful
in courses uncharted
in courses uncharted
