LETHA
Letha smiled, relieved to feel that Amun was still on her side, still willing to have her here and to speak with her about her new family. Everything that Amun had so far explained to Letha had been all together too interesting to ever let go. He went on about Old Gods and the Voice, and she lifted a brow. "How do the Old Gods feel about the Voice?" she asked, following him through the domiciles and the winding streets. He already responded by telling her of the war that ensued. She tensed some. "So, there are Old Gods and the Voice, and us, and other races, I'm assuming. And how do we all get along?"
Somehow, Letha felt that there was still a war. It explained the less-than-lively Hollowed Grounds. Even in the dark, Letha had watched in Torchline how many people were active. Here, it was not like that. She followed Amun through to his shop, and smiled even broader as she looked around. Even for having never been here before, it all felt familiar. She walked around, unashamed in her wonder and her joy. She touched almost everything, letting her fingertips run along shelves and work spaces and half-finished projects. She was almost lost in it all, before she snapped herself back.
Pulling her hands up to loosely cross over her midsection, Letha let out a breathy chuckle. "Sorry."
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
