southern star

Sivene was amazed by Arlathan—so many elvhen in one place. It was her homeland, at least her birth-lands... and this time she was free? No shackles or chains adorned her, no cruel mistress or master yelled orders.

It was surreal. And comforting, all at once. She'd wandered in the forest, outside of the main city, to gather mushrooms. She'd been telling someone about the properties of some of the shrooms—though it'd seem that person had simply been tolerating the odd woman until she was out of sight, as they were nowhere to be seen.

Basket full of brightly colored, varying types of mushrooms, Sivene's bright smile fell briefly. And then like an abused child, she was quick to smile again. Weakness had never been something you wanted the Creator to see, and it was ingrained in her to hide that side of her.

She settled underneath a tree, sorting out the mushrooms. At least she could take them to show Rylee, and maybe one of the Arlathan healers. She could smell smoke, but she'd already been tolerated once this morning.

So for the moment, she focused entirely on her basket of fungi, ignoring the qunari above her.