↪ @krkwlls , roshni. “ back in the city. but it's no longer my home. ”
“minrathous is truly home to very few.” she has never felt like the city was home. maybe when she was a young child, perhaps three or four, and she would spend her time in her father’s shop. before any of her magic appeared and her largest concern was which colors to choose for the vase her father would let her paint. it was after that the city started feeling like a cage, a prison. in the halls of the circle where she struggled with even the most basic of magic and then later in the rooms provided by the archon when her dreams and hallucinations were identified as something more.
though she doubts roshni wants to hear about that and she has no urge to share either. instead she’ll pour them both a cup of wine and sit on one of the many couches scattered in the room. “though, many people missed you around here. i have heard the story of you and the dignitary many, many times in your absence. i doubt it holds a lot of truth now. people are known to exaggerate with each iteration.” she takes a sip and her gaze becomes sharp as she examines the woman in front of her more closely. “do you think if this ever ends that you can make the city your home?”