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Sleepless nights were not uncommon on Phorasmos. Wailing spirits and ghosts long since past had the tendency to keep one’s wits about them, and on such a dangerous island it was essential to stay vigilant. Vigilance was simply a state of being at this point for Jin Lolthous. It was as natural to her as brushing her teeth or combing her hair, weapon always on hand or nearby. She had never been one to be troubled by the looming shadow of death. So it was a rare sight to see her wandering out the boundaries of the small village Parumora, at the hour of the wolf.
Fully clad in her spirit armor, her mother’s soul a constant companion, an unusual air of pensiveness lingered around her subdued figure as she headed towards the Twin Pines. She often enjoyed walks through the eerie forest. It had a way of settling the questions that plagued her mind before a mission, or her concerns about her father.
However, those were not her concerns currently. There was a shockingly startling melancholy wavering in her soft gaze as she walked the familiar path. Thoughts of the home she never knew, her grandfather, the mountains her mother had grown up on, these were the ponderings of a woman who had only known one side of her existence. And while she’d loved it on her island where everything made sense, the deep longing that occasionally reared its head, did so now with great relentlessness.
Unexpectedly, she smirked to nothing in particular as her eyes averted towards the ground. “I’m not being a sap...” She mused to herself, a playful tone almost audible, before her features returned to that uncanny, abnormal wistfulness.
Her feet led her steadily onward at her easy pace. Promptly stopping at the roots of a very old, familiar tree, she placed a hand on its trunk as if in greeting. The sound of rustling in the distance had her sword drawn in an instant however, and it pointed in the direction of movement. Her eyes warily scanned the encampment of trees for signs of life.
Fully clad in her spirit armor, her mother’s soul a constant companion, an unusual air of pensiveness lingered around her subdued figure as she headed towards the Twin Pines. She often enjoyed walks through the eerie forest. It had a way of settling the questions that plagued her mind before a mission, or her concerns about her father.
However, those were not her concerns currently. There was a shockingly startling melancholy wavering in her soft gaze as she walked the familiar path. Thoughts of the home she never knew, her grandfather, the mountains her mother had grown up on, these were the ponderings of a woman who had only known one side of her existence. And while she’d loved it on her island where everything made sense, the deep longing that occasionally reared its head, did so now with great relentlessness.
Unexpectedly, she smirked to nothing in particular as her eyes averted towards the ground. “I’m not being a sap...” She mused to herself, a playful tone almost audible, before her features returned to that uncanny, abnormal wistfulness.
Her feet led her steadily onward at her easy pace. Promptly stopping at the roots of a very old, familiar tree, she placed a hand on its trunk as if in greeting. The sound of rustling in the distance had her sword drawn in an instant however, and it pointed in the direction of movement. Her eyes warily scanned the encampment of trees for signs of life.