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She took what Oscar Viotto stated in stride, tucking the information away to analyze further later. The loss of magic, or at least the greater weakening of it, was a blow to her, but like many illnesses or injuries there were potentially ways around such things, though now was not the time to...

The walk was brisk and the sudden grab and lift was startling. She felt herself tense up and react, reaching instinctively for magic to defend herself. What she found disturbed her deeply. The wellspring of her abilities, the pool of mana she had used in life was... diminished. It felt emptied...

"Those above are dead and lost," she stated, her voice bland and sad. "The kin that remain interred me out of obligation, not love. For them, death took me years ago. This was merely a delayed burial. My people do not take kindly to elves who marry humans." She could smell the air around them...

"Calm shall escape me for eternity," she stated bitterly, pausing only a moment. The bench was cold, and yet it failed to bother her. Whether it was from dead nerves barely responding or that she was simply no longer affected by something as trivial as chills, she had no idea and barely gave...

The offhand comment of seeing the city pulled her back a moment and grounded her insomuch as her mental state allowed. The rage in her heart rose up in waves only to crash down into the deepest pits of absolute loss moments after. Emotionally, few were ready to return to life - or unlife, rather...

"No... I have to... They..." she tried to stand, her legs shaking from being still for so long. From being cold for so long. The world around her, blurred as it was, and her sudden awakening from eternal sleep wracked by hellish nightmares disoriented her. Her bare feet felt graveyard earth, her...

Fires and pain and loss and grief mixed with the groggy darkness of eternal sleep. The fog was thick and despite its soothing embrace, she found the burning embers in her chest calmed, but never soothed. Rivulets of blood ran down paths of dirt, turning the road to her home into a red paste she...