smoke, fire, it's all going up

Alys would not be able to relate to Morgen in this instance, as her parents were (last time she checked, which was admittedly a while ago) still alive. They weren't on good terms, and she hadn't given them much thought since she'd left home, determined to make it as a Seer and get away from the family business, which she despised. Truthfully, they had never been a particularly close family, so the parting had been a surprise to absolutely no one.

She sat on her stone bench and looked out across the flowers, her sketchbook in her hands. She'd never been particularly good at capturing "pretty" scenes, always drawn more to the dark and cryptic world of her imagination, but today was just so lovely that she couldn't help herself. Her sketch wasn't the most realistic drawing, she was sure, but she was happy with it, and that was all that mattered.

As she glanced up from her sketch, she noticed a lone figure picking its way through the flowers and she frowned for a moment, her sketching interrupted. But then she thought of the cards, and specifically the Hermit, and she figured that she could use the interruption to her advantage. So she added in the lone figure in the field of wildflowers, and was content to let the person pass on their merry way.

alys glasse

waiting for the right mind to drive insane