You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
"me..? were you-" she was close to asking just how the hag- lady... knew of her already but would rather avoid with being hit with an answer that was too difficult to decipher, and so she simply sat down on the cushion fixing her dress slightly before thinking back to the past. It's cold and dark with a thick cloud of mist covering mostly everything, it brings Velulaei'Lirr back in time. "well, I was born in the night my mother had told me the moon shined the brightest that day." Taking a breath as she gathers the rest of the story before resuming once again, "I was always reminded of my beauty, and theirs as well. My mother was a socialite while my father involved in the military more so, an interesting couple they are but they're the ones who have taught me everything I know," A sigh exiting her lips as she continues to speak. "I was stuck at a crossroads of what exactly my profession would be, my soul is interested in everything while my parents were tugging me to their side. I couldn't decide.." Her voice growing deeper but quieter at the same time, Velulaei'Lirr didn't know why she was pulled to just spill everything but she's been bottling up everything for god knows how long. "So, I ran.. enough to give me a peace of mind but enough for them to be pissed at me, I know I'll have to go back but not now.. Besides they know they can contact me easily," Her voice stopping after she finishes her story feeling as if the rest is obvious.
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