Dragoncrest Cliffs oh, for the night to come again

She’d never been to the sea before, or seen a shower of stars, either. Why not visit them on her first night?

The specter of a Brana had only heard tales of both; and both had come from the tongues of those more seasoned. The looming memories of elders, keeled over younger generations and, at the time, more versed than she’d ever hoped to be.

But she was here, now, leaving the pristine lake behind in favor for beaten crags and cliffs. What was once pup’s play to her, climbing now wore at her weakened self. Nonetheless, she took in the smell of the sea and salt in great heaves of her lungs. As the cosmos flared into an enigmatic life of their own, Aure tucked herself away into a little knoll.

So instilled she was that, for once, she didn’t notice the presence of other members some while away, kept to herself as she was.