Roana usually avoided the Spire. It was a monument on a battlefield, a reminder of the pain and suffering that had spanned centuries in the Hollowed Grounds. It was here where she had fought the Spire demon. It was here where she had watched her dearest friend die. It was here where she had found herself transported outside a barrier to be nearly murdered by Fae. But now she was here again to fight for the lives others; albeit in a different capacity.
She approached the looming structure, rose in hand and claymore on her hip, a light frown seemingly etched into her features. But then her eyes caught some movement, and she was surprised to find a Fae woman knelt by the Spire, digging a hole in the ground. ”Greetings, friend.” she said softly as she approached. ”I see you’ve come to plant one of Vi’s roses.” she said as she knelt, pulling out her own tools to do so.
She approached the looming structure, rose in hand and claymore on her hip, a light frown seemingly etched into her features. But then her eyes caught some movement, and she was surprised to find a Fae woman knelt by the Spire, digging a hole in the ground. ”Greetings, friend.” she said softly as she approached. ”I see you’ve come to plant one of Vi’s roses.” she said as she knelt, pulling out her own tools to do so.
Roana
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
