welcome

It was a cruel night – dark and cold, empty of emotion yet corrupted, and it stabbed Nenusidh’s warm heart like a knife. The land was giving the ranger a message – a rather bitter message at that, that there cannot be mercy. The moon was neither bold nor strong enough to best the cruel skies, and the stars were too few and much covered. The land was covered in darkness, yet despite so, there was a fragment of light within the ranger.

Daerundros looked and breathed out a sigh of relief as she stood at the edges of the forest. The golden sand was slowly dissipating, to be replaced by a lush green grass and bushes of strange, exotic plants. Daerundros' curious eyes flicked to and fro merrily, trying to capture the detail within her memories. Beside her, Arivien and Vardarianna, looking as equally as curious, and in lightning-fast movement Daerundros reached for parchment and charcoal deep within her pockets, to capture the scene before her.