Gyrfalcon's Keep He walked down a busy street staring solely at his feet

There had been silence. It had appeased her, while somehow also unnerving her at the same time. Was the world really meant to be this quiet? Of course, it wasn't the shrills of chaos she sought—but, perhaps something more than this.

The mountains, when she'd finally found them, were yet another place of solitude. And yet, she felt a calling. Something magnetized her, drawing her to be here. Was she meant to be alone here? No... surely not. For the reason she had come was for those who had sent her here. Those that were kindred to her had worshipped day in and day out. The same that she even bestowed words of grace upon. They had given her this life, and it was now her turn to bring life back to them. But she could not do this alone. So there must be more.

Settling herself along the top of a heavy stone, Asvoria stared blankly unto the distance. Thinking. Considering. Planning. It was here she would stay, she decided. But what would come next? Would she have to find it, or would it find her?