Anju
here I am again, bad news from a bad friend
they call me an omen - only here to torment
they call me an omen - only here to torment
Riya wakes her from her slumber with undeniable urgency. Anju is already halfway out of bed and reaching for her bow neatly hung beside it when consciousness clicks in and her sister's more pointed directions find purchase in her sluggish mind. There is no current attack, no moth creature or change in the vertical state of Stormbreak, but something is still wrong.
Riya urges her to the window by her bed, and Anju has to brace her hands on the wooden frame as she stares out into the sky and the undeniable secondary moon hanging there. She lingers there, watching, waiting. When nothing immediately happens, she turns away briskly and begins pulling on her Dragoon uniform, snagging her bow and heading for the front door. She needs to get to the Nest - there's bound to be panic in the city, and she needs to get a handle on it now.
Riya urges her to the window by her bed, and Anju has to brace her hands on the wooden frame as she stares out into the sky and the undeniable secondary moon hanging there. She lingers there, watching, waiting. When nothing immediately happens, she turns away briskly and begins pulling on her Dragoon uniform, snagging her bow and heading for the front door. She needs to get to the Nest - there's bound to be panic in the city, and she needs to get a handle on it now.
wicked and hellbent
a damned soul just pretending
a damned soul just pretending
