Whitefish River i can never go home again, but ten silvers an hour gets me pretty close

what's Liri doing here? I have no idea either lol

Chai was not alone as she fled to the borders to answer a summoning beckons, the ghost of Liri trailed after protectively (some buried instinct urging her to go after the sweet-natured girl as she flitted by on wings of umber). 

She found them silently, lingering amidst the trees as her pale auds rose to catch his unfamiliar tongue curiously. It was the title - Diaspora - that brought her forward to stand by the cappuccino-pelted femme. 

Her head tilted back, a good deal smaller than many wolves she had to crane to scan the features of the cellar spider-legged man - memories of the Vale and the war she'd almost caused flickering just beyond reach. 

"You look like Aurë," her tongue whispered of its own accord, leaving the amnesiac blinking in astonishment as she grappled with her memory.