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Beneath the Gehenna Estate, in a room deep within the lowest levels of the underground, was a Mali’fenn woman. She was seated upon the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, upon the carpet. A mirror reflected her look of concentration, locks of her silvery white hair threatening to spill over her shoulders. Black snowflakes stuck out on her arms, going all the up from her wrists to the top of her shoulders.

 

In front of her was a sketchpad, strokes of charcoal being brought over the page. The outline of a swing was beginning to take shape. Once the swing was done, her hand slowed to a stop, blue gaze scanning the page. Charcoal stained her fingers, contrasting with her pale skin. 

 

She gave a nod of approval, reaching to grab a cloth to wipe her hands off with. The black was wiped away, smearing across the white cloth. She balled the cloth, dirtied side on the inside, and set it aside to wash later. Her focus fell upon the page once more, taking a moment to take in the details of it so far. Picking the sketch pad up, she closed it and set it upon her lap. Her fingertips brushed along the cover, before she set it on the ground beside her. A quiet sigh flowed out from her as she heaved herself up from her seated position. Her gaze caught sight of the mirror, lingering upon her reflection for a minute. Soon though, she tore her eyes away from it, her focus falling to the ground.

 

“I feel so lost sometimes.” 

 

The words were murmured, her mind beginning to stray. Arun’asna. The name had lingered in her mind since she’d first heard it from him. Ever since she’d come back to the Estate so many years ago, it’d stuck out to her more and more. Perhaps it could give her something. A purpose. Something to follow. Anything.

 

Show me the way, Arun’asna.” 
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Art of her by Wolf-fram

 

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Dael once again was roaming through the dark corners of the Gehenna Estate with some midnight snacks wrapped around his arms, wearing a night cap and his favorite PJs. He’d stop, pressing his ear against the door and muttering out a cuss after hearing some more edgy ****. “****, this **** again?” He said before speed-walking back to his room.

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