Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

His flirting sails clean over her head, and she simply beams before falling into step beside him as they head toward the Sentinels.

Ah, the life of a nomad, she muses. I was one once too, in another life.

Her gaze drifts, briefly clouded with memory. After a beat, she blinks it away, turning her silver eyes back to him.

The Viridian Sanctum, she offers softly. It’s a long story, really—but it all comes down to not wanting to be alone anymore. Being a wanderer has its beauty. Freedom, fresh starts... but it’s also quiet. Too quiet. And I’ve had enough silence to last a lifetime.

Her smile fades at the edges as her eyes flick to the scarred trees surrounding her newfound home.