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Who: Azmaria
healing_hymn and Kadaj revivingruin
What: Just a meeting between the two.
Where: Where Azmaria has decided to stay. Uh, we'll say her old home.
When: Evening
It was quite a long time since Azmaria had last seen Nuadoria. The monsters were something she decided to avoid at all costs. It seems like her old friends were still here, so it wasn’t all that bad. By now, the headache had subsided. The now young woman sighed softly. “Maybe I’ll sing later. That always calms my nerves.”
It was strange, how singing used to be so vitally important in the big picture. As the Apostle of Charity, her singing connected her to the Astral line, and allowed her to heal people as well. Now that the war against the Sinners subsided, her powers disappeared along with it. Despite that, it didn’t stop her passion for it. Singing brought back many good memories and even some bad ones. Slowly, she reached up to begin to pluck the hairpins one by one out of her hair.
Slowly, the bun that was so neat and well kept began to loosen and look rather messy. “Everything will be fine.” She pulled off the rest of the hair clips and accessories and set them on a small table next to a lamp. Azmaria brushed her long, waist length silvery white hair behind her shoulders. “I suppose I could make a meal… Not everything has gone bad.”
healing_hymn and Kadaj revivingruin
What: Just a meeting between the two.
Where: Where Azmaria has decided to stay. Uh, we'll say her old home.
When: Evening
It was quite a long time since Azmaria had last seen Nuadoria. The monsters were something she decided to avoid at all costs. It seems like her old friends were still here, so it wasn’t all that bad. By now, the headache had subsided. The now young woman sighed softly. “Maybe I’ll sing later. That always calms my nerves.”
It was strange, how singing used to be so vitally important in the big picture. As the Apostle of Charity, her singing connected her to the Astral line, and allowed her to heal people as well. Now that the war against the Sinners subsided, her powers disappeared along with it. Despite that, it didn’t stop her passion for it. Singing brought back many good memories and even some bad ones. Slowly, she reached up to begin to pluck the hairpins one by one out of her hair.
Slowly, the bun that was so neat and well kept began to loosen and look rather messy. “Everything will be fine.” She pulled off the rest of the hair clips and accessories and set them on a small table next to a lamp. Azmaria brushed her long, waist length silvery white hair behind her shoulders. “I suppose I could make a meal… Not everything has gone bad.”