Chasing Ghosts

In some ways Minrathous reminded her of Kirkwall. The ports where all manner of dealings took place, the catacombs full of secrets that wove their way beneath the surface, the architecture that seemed to revel in sharp angles and corners. That, and the inescapable feeling of being watched. It used to come from being afraid someone would discover she was a mage, but now it was simply because she didn't belong.

Still, it didn't keep her from exploring. To some extent she didn't even quite know what she was looking for yet, but until that became more clear she was content to spend at least some of her time browsing what the markets had to offer. That, and a girl did need to eat now and again and the food stalls here smelled wonderful.

She was starting to make her way to a vendor selling roast meats on some kind of flatbread, when she heard a very familiar voice floating through the air. At first she thought she had to be mistaken because it had been so very long since she'd heard that rich tone, but her feet started following the sound to its source before any such intention could form. And when she found the man from whom the voice had come she found herself frozen in place, an expression somewhere between surprise and disbelief taking over her face.

Teo? the name slipped off her tongue before she could stop it. A single word, a name weighted with unbearable hope that she might have indeed found the man she'd helped escape so many years ago, breaking her own heart in the process.

@Quintilian Frey