03-09-2019, 09:40 PM
Lunafreya
"I WILL COME ALIVE UNDER YOUR BREWING STORM."
It was a quiet morning when Lunafreya walked over the border and into Tanglewood's swamp. She couldn't see the sun through the dense canopy which was a concern of hers. A emotionless expression in both of her sapphire-blue eyes, she heaved a soft sigh and she came to a sudden halt, sitting down on the boggy ground so she could get a couple minutes of rest, still focused on the forest in the distance. Since she wasn't currently doing anything, her mind quickly drifted off into a daydream. Memories of her childhood. Memories of life before she had died. Memories of the good times in the Ascendants. She'd heard rumors that the Ascendants was long gone, along with another group known as Sunhaven, and both groups been replaced by another group, Elysium. A shame, really. She would miss the good ol' days in the Ascendants. With Bastille, Suiteheart, Margaery, Hazel. Her daughters. And Noctis, though he'd disappeared right after she and him had reunited at last. A ache of loneliness in her heart, she couldn't stand returning to the Ascendants. Everyone she had been close to were gone and there was nothing she could do to forgot all of them, despite all of her attempts to.
Heaving another soft sigh, Luna stood up, glancing once over her shoulder and she decided to head deeper into the marsh, holding her head and shoulders up high, showing she wasn't concerned about any of the locals nor the threat they could possibly be to her. She wasn't naive and knew well enough what could happen if she was attacked by someone else. She just had a lot of courage. Having a difficult childhood had given Luna a lot of courage. First, she had lost her mother. Then her home was taken over by the enemy. Of course, this had happened in a past life, or that's what she believed. Once she reached the first line of trees, she sat down and awaited for someone to show up.
Heaving another soft sigh, Luna stood up, glancing once over her shoulder and she decided to head deeper into the marsh, holding her head and shoulders up high, showing she wasn't concerned about any of the locals nor the threat they could possibly be to her. She wasn't naive and knew well enough what could happen if she was attacked by someone else. She just had a lot of courage. Having a difficult childhood had given Luna a lot of courage. First, she had lost her mother. Then her home was taken over by the enemy. Of course, this had happened in a past life, or that's what she believed. Once she reached the first line of trees, she sat down and awaited for someone to show up.