A woman, clad in hunting leathers, sits in a familiar tree that overlooks the Black Road. Her fingers worry over a smooth stone, idly, as she talks to her self.

Well, talks to someone,  who may or may not be herself.

"Sister mine, alot has changed in the last few months. We have family, again. I am no longer a lone wolf.

"In fact, we found another of ( Read more... )

Still hate ships.

Arrived in the city. No sign of The Prince.

Docks can be an interesting diversion. It might grow back if he has any proper blood in him.

Well, any left.

That delightful little coffee shop is still here. Met my first Feldane...apparently, they're more social, now. And philantric. Towards animals.

I wonder if she was like that before ( Read more... )