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↽────A calm right after the storm. Ferrah sat in U’ldah, watching the people walk around so carefully and casually. How long ago had it been that she had been FRAMED for the Sultana’s death and found herself having to avoid this land? While the citizens remained unaware of such an event, it would never leave the Elezen, who’d been pushed to retreat to the lands she’d wished to never return to.
Yet now, here she was, sitting atop the ramp leading down to the Aetheryte, right next to the Flame Barracks. Her own squadron, clearly also unaware of past events, resting inside as they get themselves trained and ready for the next mission she would dictate for them. She could freely once more do one of her favorite things to relax... people watch.
And what better place then next to an Aetheryte in one of the places she would now call home. Bemused expression would remain on her face as she watched confused adventurers try to navigate through the city, a similar expression on their faces as she once held traversing this place.