07-27-2018, 01:59 PM
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It is not so strange to feel the intangible tug at your heart, pulling and pulling until your feet begin to move of their own accord, transporting you in some random direction. Imperia knows that sensation all to well; the compulsion to wander and explore. She is not the sort who can stand being cooped up for much longer than necessary. Like a leaf caught in the breeze, she blows wherever her whims take her. There is a reason why the cleric oftentimes finds herself so far from camp, separated from the others by miles upon miles of gently rolling plains. Of course, now that she is a cleric, there are obligations which prevent her from roaming those golden hills as she would otherwise do in the absence of duty. Imperia loves what she does, do not be mistaken. But she is a girl who has always thirsted for the freedom of wide open spaces, and she is chagrin to ever give it up now that she has it.
In order to pass the time in a more enjoyable way between checking in on her patients, Peri decides to stop by and chat with some of the younger members of the Ascendants. Just to say hi and ask how they're doing--nothing too invasive. Next on her list is Alexander, but as she approaches his home, she finds that his door has been left ajar and his meteorite shard left discarded among other rocks.
"Alexander?" she asks, voice soft. The silver she-wolf carefully pokes her head in the room, as if there might be a possibility that he is still here and he simply forgot to close the door. "Has anyone seen Alexander?"
It is not so strange to feel the intangible tug at your heart, pulling and pulling until your feet begin to move of their own accord, transporting you in some random direction. Imperia knows that sensation all to well; the compulsion to wander and explore. She is not the sort who can stand being cooped up for much longer than necessary. Like a leaf caught in the breeze, she blows wherever her whims take her. There is a reason why the cleric oftentimes finds herself so far from camp, separated from the others by miles upon miles of gently rolling plains. Of course, now that she is a cleric, there are obligations which prevent her from roaming those golden hills as she would otherwise do in the absence of duty. Imperia loves what she does, do not be mistaken. But she is a girl who has always thirsted for the freedom of wide open spaces, and she is chagrin to ever give it up now that she has it.
In order to pass the time in a more enjoyable way between checking in on her patients, Peri decides to stop by and chat with some of the younger members of the Ascendants. Just to say hi and ask how they're doing--nothing too invasive. Next on her list is Alexander, but as she approaches his home, she finds that his door has been left ajar and his meteorite shard left discarded among other rocks.
"Alexander?" she asks, voice soft. The silver she-wolf carefully pokes her head in the room, as if there might be a possibility that he is still here and he simply forgot to close the door. "Has anyone seen Alexander?"