Hopeless Wanderer

Nahreida nodded as Julian spoke and smiled warmly, she really enjoyed her work, getting to know new people and creating art on their bodies. It was probably what kept her going from being too overwhelmed with the state of the world since she woke up. Not that things had been perfect when she and the others had gone to sleep, but it was just, different and sometimes overwhelmingly so.

Well, I don't have any appointments scheduled for the next couple of weeks so I can do it any day you want really, and if you need something further out I can always rearrange my travel plans. I mean, I'll still be in Antiva in two weeks, just I'll be in Arlathan. Nahreida often wondered what the Antivans thought of Arlathan, an elf run city in Antivan territory, it had yet to come up in any conversation that she'd had with one. It was her city, where she'd been sleeping before the veil had been taken down three years earlier. It felt strange to think a whole three years had passed, when it felt like mere months.