11/14/2025, 7:53 PM
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After dropping off The Package at Camhanaich, she could not help but be drawn back toward the Respite. Elysium had been her home for so long, and it still had a certain pull to it. It was something she could not ignore, not while she was so close. And despite the toxicity that emanated from the water, she did not fear returning there. Not for a short amount of time, anyway.
Her mind, in a rare state, would wander. She no longer had her cave. She no longer had her mothers at her beck and call. She no longer had her son.
Many things would be placed on the back burner as she continued to explore the 'newness' in her life. Newness ... yes. Her relationship with Wardruna, the effects of the plague in the North, the growth of the Blue Turtlehead. Her life would twist and turn in unexpected ways. But, in her mind, it was all according to plan.
Yes. It was all within her control.
It had to be.
But that did not stop her from wandering the emptiness of the hollowed paths of Elysium. And where she thought she would be alone, she was not. There was a ghost here — a strange shell of a familiar being. A cousin.
Sreda pressed her lips into a thin line, cupping her ears forward as she observed the feral, rugged movements that Fiora displayed. Drinking the water. Eating the leaves. No, this was more something set for Amaya, not Fiora. Something was very, very off. And it was very, very curious.
I'd be wary about how much you drink.The words held idle warning, a single brow knitting as she approached Fiora, slowing as she neared and watching the way that mouth crunched idly at the rotten leaves.
