Closed Starter for @multimoose.
Long were the nights she spent sailing and, mostly, walking back towards Targon. She trusted few to take her there, and most did not even know where desert ended and mountain began. Still, the place’s mystery was not what kept her from coming back all those years, nor what made her steps heavy even if wide awake. There was undoubted apprehension, or even dread, whenever she thought about going back to the place that hated her. But even so, she knew none of what she did was because of her.
She arrived on the Mountain rather unceremoniously which, frankly, she found better that way. It’d only hurt her to see Leona then, and she did not need countless ra’horak after her head either. Though, as she walked towards the familiar Lunari ruins, it seemed she did catch a glimpse of... someone, a man. Her hand slowly hovered towards the hilt of her blade, if only for her own comfort. She recognized his clothes, and the symbol plastered across his chest.
There was no doubt he was one of them... Just as she was.
