Amelia's spent months rebuilding herself, rebuilding her life into something she could handle again. She pushes a little more each day, takes a few extra steps outside of her apartment, just to prove she can. It's not much of a life, but it's hers and it's working. She's stronger than she ever was before she acknowledged the pain and the hurt she was causing herself, and it shows in the way the rogue carries herself as she makes her way about the Nexus.
Part of her newfound life involves staying away from situations that could trip her up before she's ready. It means skipping out on events and hiding from dear friends, but the peace was worth it. There was always time later to deal with the realities of living in a multidimensional hub and the random events that happen therein.
She thought she was doing well, choosing to wait until after Halloween had passed to run a few errands and make her usual rounds. But the Nexus is full of surprises and the unnatural fog is certainly not the first the rogue has seen. She does her best to avoid it, taking the long route back to her apartment between one errand and the next, to see if she can outrun the unnatural mists. It's no use, though, and Amelia soon finds herself lost in the thick gray haze. It's difficult to stay calm, but a distant point of light and the ever present tinkle of her hairpin help keep her grounded. Taking steady steps, she makes her way to the circle of torches nearest the Wilds, her breathing quick but even as her boots crunch the fallen leaves and debris autumn has brought down on the streets.
The woman sitting before her isn't someone she knows, but Amelia can sense the presence of someone powerful before her. It's the similar to others she's met and she realizes immediately she needs to be on her best behavior. Part of her is glad she only has a few daggers on her person, if only so the true "rogue" look she sports isn't too threatening. Whatever this woman is, it seems best not to tempt her anger.
The question Hazel asks, though... That is what really has Amelia's attention - and her heartbeat picking up in her chest.
"What do you consider lost?" the rogue asks softly. "Is death the veil you speak of? Or are there others that someone might be able to cross?"
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Part of her newfound life involves staying away from situations that could trip her up before she's ready. It means skipping out on events and hiding from dear friends, but the peace was worth it. There was always time later to deal with the realities of living in a multidimensional hub and the random events that happen therein.
She thought she was doing well, choosing to wait until after Halloween had passed to run a few errands and make her usual rounds. But the Nexus is full of surprises and the unnatural fog is certainly not the first the rogue has seen. She does her best to avoid it, taking the long route back to her apartment between one errand and the next, to see if she can outrun the unnatural mists. It's no use, though, and Amelia soon finds herself lost in the thick gray haze. It's difficult to stay calm, but a distant point of light and the ever present tinkle of her hairpin help keep her grounded. Taking steady steps, she makes her way to the circle of torches nearest the Wilds, her breathing quick but even as her boots crunch the fallen leaves and debris autumn has brought down on the streets.
The woman sitting before her isn't someone she knows, but Amelia can sense the presence of someone powerful before her. It's the similar to others she's met and she realizes immediately she needs to be on her best behavior. Part of her is glad she only has a few daggers on her person, if only so the true "rogue" look she sports isn't too threatening. Whatever this woman is, it seems best not to tempt her anger.
The question Hazel asks, though... That is what really has Amelia's attention - and her heartbeat picking up in her chest.
"What do you consider lost?" the rogue asks softly. "Is death the veil you speak of? Or are there others that someone might be able to cross?"