Striking looks
Presence
Improvised spell
Sitting down outside of her sanctum, the insides prepared with various setups, and cleaned should they decide to head inside. Looking up toward the sun with a little smile, remembering when clothes like these demanded a ton of attention and sun protection to not cause a ton of issues. Heh times had certainly changed, still she was a prisoner in a sense then, and a prisoner in another now. One of her own making that much was true, but that did not change the effect, not that she had truly cared about it, nor cared if she would ever be able to escape but given recent events how could she not try? Weighed down, to let things fester mostly a foreign concept, one she tended to avoid still in the span of a year not one memory but two had managed to penetrate her defenses, etched themselves there to linger. Plaguing her dreams, stealing attention, one was gone and closed never to be resolved only moved on from that was a choice, the other though that was worse. Going against all that she was, each instinct, each part of herself, all she wanted.
Trying to scream but finding nothing within her to scream with, nothing, fairly unsurprisingly instead just leaning back against the wall next to the entrance, or well the standard entrance at least her own entrance not exactly ideal for others to take both due to size and height alike.
Eyes scanning out over the trees, the little road leading in close at least, the symbols that always flew all around her as the most loyal of companions, the two trees where she always put her hammock to sleep when the temperature allowed it, mentally preparing herself for how these talks would go. And how she would even begin to get into the topic, oh well that was why she had sought out the one person she thought might be able to aid, that might understand, and if nothing else a fellow arrow, if they couldn´t trust one another who could they trust?
Joyeuse Stray
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