Who? @freydis-freydat Where? Lorien’dal, Silverlands
For months, her nightmares had been shrouded by darkness and the fear from the mines, but ever since they had liberated Iskaldrik they had shifted. The mines had forever left a mark, but they were nothing when compared to the sheer agony that came from burning alive. It was an experience unlike anything she had experienced before, and one that left her afraid of fire in a way she could not quite explain. It had driven her out from the area where the rest of the high elvhen had gathered to prepare for the battle for Avalan and deeper into Lorien’dal, hoping to find fire-resistance potions at the apothecary or a witch’s shop.
She was browsing one of such places, when she heard the bell above the door ring. Out of curiosity, she sent a glance to the entrance and was surprised to find Freydis there. She had heard the rumors about the new druid circle and its keeper, and she had thought the other would be endlessly busy trying to gather everyone together and setting it up properly. Still, she is happy to see the other looking well, all things considered.
“Freydis! It’s good to see you, have you been well?” She asks, even if she dreads having to answer the same question in return. The shadows under her eyes are more than telling of her current mental state.