Wolfie
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[Gone and back again ~ ]
Labrys's shoulder's raised tightly for a moment, a dream clutching her in the folds of morning. She opened her eyes after a moment, and finally relaxed. Just a dream, she told herself. The memory of the last time she had seen her father in Shor's Stones had returned to her in deep sleep. She shook herself of the remains of the memory and got to her feet, brushing her hair away from her front of her shoulders. She dressed herself in an outfit of chained steel, and slid her Amulet of Julianos over it, flexing her wrists. She paused and then decided to let her hair down today instead of stuffing it in a helm or hat. Wore down, her hair showed itself to be a layer of wavy vibrant tan locks. Two bangs slid on both sides of her face, and she brushed them away impatiently. She stepped outside the door, eyes bright. She paused again for a moment, rubbing her temples. She had an idea of where they could go, but since she had heard so little about the place, she wished to consult with Hulda before she thought on it further; the woman could know a few facts about the place, and in Labrys's eyes, information is the most valuable of goods that any mage - or man - can ask for. She walked over to the bar, sitting down on a stool and closing her eyes momentarily, basking in the silence that came with morning.
Labrys's shoulder's raised tightly for a moment, a dream clutching her in the folds of morning. She opened her eyes after a moment, and finally relaxed. Just a dream, she told herself. The memory of the last time she had seen her father in Shor's Stones had returned to her in deep sleep. She shook herself of the remains of the memory and got to her feet, brushing her hair away from her front of her shoulders. She dressed herself in an outfit of chained steel, and slid her Amulet of Julianos over it, flexing her wrists. She paused and then decided to let her hair down today instead of stuffing it in a helm or hat. Wore down, her hair showed itself to be a layer of wavy vibrant tan locks. Two bangs slid on both sides of her face, and she brushed them away impatiently. She stepped outside the door, eyes bright. She paused again for a moment, rubbing her temples. She had an idea of where they could go, but since she had heard so little about the place, she wished to consult with Hulda before she thought on it further; the woman could know a few facts about the place, and in Labrys's eyes, information is the most valuable of goods that any mage - or man - can ask for. She walked over to the bar, sitting down on a stool and closing her eyes momentarily, basking in the silence that came with morning.