[Thread; Open]
Characters: Mjrn, Open to anyone in Burmecia
Progress: In-progress
Summary: More reunions
Location: Burmecia
Date: April, 1803
Warnings: None, yet.
Mjrn did not mind the rain, actually. She managed to speak to a few native Burmecians and was unsurprised to hear that most travelers passing through did not appreciate the weather. For her, however, it was cleansing. In the weeks before she arrived, Mjrn had traveled among dry plans, only to reach a vast desert. The weather of Alexandria had been fair, in the short time since her arrival. Rain such as this was a novelty. That she might come to tire of it before long was possible, but as far as she knew, there would be no such opportunity. As soon as Reks was healed, they would be off to Alexandria again.
The young Viera paced around, peering at the multi-leveled warren-like city. There were signs of old grandeur, but other aspects of the kingdom did not escape Mjrn's notice. The reconstruction of many buildings, the multitude of children, the houses from which no light shone; this land had seen devastation. Though she knew but little of Gaia's history, that was evident enough. It saddened her, and she couldn't help but wonder if this land would have a chance to flourish once more...or if what happened to Cleyra would occur here, too.
Pausing, Mjrn scanned the area idly. She had strayed further from the inn than she had planned, not that there was a time limit on her wanderings. Still, she didn't want to cause Penelo worry, nor be absent if she was needed. Turning around, the young Viera headed back the way she had come, listening to the sound of raindrops striking the roofs around her.
Progress: In-progress
Summary: More reunions
Location: Burmecia
Date: April, 1803
Warnings: None, yet.
Mjrn did not mind the rain, actually. She managed to speak to a few native Burmecians and was unsurprised to hear that most travelers passing through did not appreciate the weather. For her, however, it was cleansing. In the weeks before she arrived, Mjrn had traveled among dry plans, only to reach a vast desert. The weather of Alexandria had been fair, in the short time since her arrival. Rain such as this was a novelty. That she might come to tire of it before long was possible, but as far as she knew, there would be no such opportunity. As soon as Reks was healed, they would be off to Alexandria again.
The young Viera paced around, peering at the multi-leveled warren-like city. There were signs of old grandeur, but other aspects of the kingdom did not escape Mjrn's notice. The reconstruction of many buildings, the multitude of children, the houses from which no light shone; this land had seen devastation. Though she knew but little of Gaia's history, that was evident enough. It saddened her, and she couldn't help but wonder if this land would have a chance to flourish once more...or if what happened to Cleyra would occur here, too.
Pausing, Mjrn scanned the area idly. She had strayed further from the inn than she had planned, not that there was a time limit on her wanderings. Still, she didn't want to cause Penelo worry, nor be absent if she was needed. Turning around, the young Viera headed back the way she had come, listening to the sound of raindrops striking the roofs around her.