Hoshor Plains Feather's Fall Not Fly

“Ah, I see. That’s understandable my friend.” She knew it, and she herself could understand such feelings of restlessness, it’s just one’s nature.

She understood it well. As she often felt that way. “Ah, so he was there. I had a feeling he would be. He has been coronated to king you know, second only to Solveig who has been at the helm since….” It hurt her slightly to think about it, though she didn’t know that woman that had vanished. “Asvoria, our high priestess left years ago when we were of the keep. I was supposed to meet her upon my first arrival, to be initiated as one under the eyes of the old gods, yet I never received my initiation name.”

She was a good friend of Solveig, and knew that it was harder on her since she was her right hand. She wondered if she should confront Sol about this.