Memories obscured in a mélange of day and night cycles for decades, and yet, emotions remain coherent ; those of HATRED, SPITE, GRIEF AND ANGER. They fuelled her, drove her away from the construction where she has risen from, back to a place she called ‘home’ once. Navori was where Syndra was born, albeit, under a different name, but this was what she was known as now.
Garbed in shades of lavender, her feet slipped into shoes that she very much hated wearing - more than that, walking ; she strolled the city. Natured entwined with man - made structures that grew increasingly in number ever since her return. It was like a maze, and Syndra struggled with navigating through it. Floating amidst the rooftops was a solution, but not an option. She could not afford to expose herself. Forcing her to admit that she needed help, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. Her dislike for Ionians was one thing, but speaking to them - she abhorred.
A sigh escaped her as she treaded lightly towards a man with hair as long as hers, a beautiful hue of coffee. “ I am looking for a school, or a library, ” she paused, her lips parted. She didn’t think this through, did she? There were a lot of institutes to educate herself here. “ Well, somewhere in particular where I could learn about.. more obscure things and lore and such. ”
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