Concerns

[shadarsedai]

A hole opens in the air, bright in the low light, and Di'aliz steps through slowly, turning around to look back at the room on the other side a moment. It is late, and she looks tired, but she holds the portal, eyes flicking restlessly over what could be a child's room.

Her bare feet are faintly dirty from walking in the garden, and her loose braid is half-undone. Uncharacteristically, she hasn't noticed, or doesn't care.