Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
Alys's gaze fell to the cards in her hands as she shuffled them once more, gently. She placed them in a plain drawstring pouch and tucked them lovingly into her pocket, where they would be safe from prying eyes. She knew that not everyone would believe in the power of her cards, and she'd made her peace with that a long time ago. Deimos, though, had regarded her weak attempts at divination and magic without judgment, and for that, she was grateful.
"I'm from the Hollowed Grounds, originally," she said. "But I've been traveling for a while now. This is my first time in Halo, though." She'd spent most of her life near her home in the Inner Quarter, but ever since the barrier fell, she'd been wandering. To be honest, she was happier that way. The idea of staying in one place had always baffled the young woman.
"Thank you for your help today," she said, inclining her head. A light breeze ruffled her dark, messy curls. "I will be sure to look in at the Academy. Where might I find the barracks, were I so inclined?"
"I'm from the Hollowed Grounds, originally," she said. "But I've been traveling for a while now. This is my first time in Halo, though." She'd spent most of her life near her home in the Inner Quarter, but ever since the barrier fell, she'd been wandering. To be honest, she was happier that way. The idea of staying in one place had always baffled the young woman.
"Thank you for your help today," she said, inclining her head. A light breeze ruffled her dark, messy curls. "I will be sure to look in at the Academy. Where might I find the barracks, were I so inclined?"
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
