This was new... Celosia was finding that ‘new’ was getting really old. New friends who influenced her new - much less ethical - ethics, new governments turning their settlement upside down, and even a new race known only to herself and her sire. How many new places were they going to be forced to survive? And was this even a new place, or some nightmare that she was enduring? No... She hadn’t had one of her episodes since she had been sired. This had to be real.
She had just stepped outside to go to the training grounds, but instead of the cobblestone outside of her townhouse, she stepped into what she imagined was the origin of the ghost stories she had heard as a child.
A sudden wave of relief hit her, as she felt her father’s sword at her hip. Convenient that she had been going to train. Cel heard @Ronin’s voice call everyone to attention, but her eyes drifted to the ominous spire jutting into the overcast, as the sky opened with a clap of thunder. She moved her braid over her shoulder, and approached the crowd gathering.
She wasn’t a soldier by any means, but she had been a public servant. People at least knew her as some kind of leader. Cel knew, however, that she was out of her element. This wasn’t Northaven, and she decided to take a step back, to let the guardsmen and women do their jobs.
Her ruby cloak moved at her ankles as she walked, approaching Remi andVervain with a grin. She nudged the alchemist’s shoulder playfully with a closed-lip grin. “Up for some more adventure?”
She had just stepped outside to go to the training grounds, but instead of the cobblestone outside of her townhouse, she stepped into what she imagined was the origin of the ghost stories she had heard as a child.
A sudden wave of relief hit her, as she felt her father’s sword at her hip. Convenient that she had been going to train. Cel heard @Ronin’s voice call everyone to attention, but her eyes drifted to the ominous spire jutting into the overcast, as the sky opened with a clap of thunder. She moved her braid over her shoulder, and approached the crowd gathering.
She wasn’t a soldier by any means, but she had been a public servant. People at least knew her as some kind of leader. Cel knew, however, that she was out of her element. This wasn’t Northaven, and she decided to take a step back, to let the guardsmen and women do their jobs.
Her ruby cloak moved at her ankles as she walked, approaching Remi and
