Atren returns
A tall lithe figure waves from a dimmer corner, shielded from the harsh sun.
“Hello Markie, it has been quite a while. How have you been?”
Atren stood in the shade looking a little haggard but smiling. She had been through an ordeal, but was seeking out old friends and acquaintances to check on their well-being since her absence was so long.
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"Stupef-!"
Suddenly hearing a voice from underneath a large tree shade prompted Markie to draw his wand and cast a stunning spell out of sheer instinct in its direction, but managed to stop himself as he felt the voice sound a little familiar. He could have sworn it was.
Still brandishing his wand at the shadow of the tree, he drew near more slowly and recognized that visage.
"Oh my gob, Atren? I-is that you?"
He put away his wand inside his pocket and sprinted towards her. It made sense for her to be in the shade; this weather was unfriendly for her kind.
"Atren! It's been too long!! I'm doing fine, how about you? What happened to you all this time?"
