Inara Edhelhael is a High Elf wizard from Alcarin.

Age: 153
Date of Birth: 14th day of Othvera, 1332
Gender: Female
Eyes: Emerald
Hair: Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation: Fair
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs

Appearance

Apparel & Accessories

Inara wears a magical cloak of at-will light. It is midnight blue with iridescent silver threads woven throughout. Upon her speaking the command word "Dudewaris", the cloak fires off a level 5 Magic Missile spell.

Mentality

Personal history

Inara grew up in the shadow of Egig Ero Fa. When she was old enough, she enrolled in the wizard academy. She demonstrated a natural aptitude for conjuration and teleportation magic, and so was placed in the Conjuration focused school. She spent the next few decades studying under her various teachers, before piquing the interest of Filandrel, one of the oldest and most powerful Elven magisters.

Filandrel offered to take her as his apprentice, an opportunity which thrilled her. She spent the next century studying and working under Filandrel. He was brilliant, and she devoured every bit of knowledge that he would share.

When she was almost done with her studies under Filandrel, the Union War broke out. Inara received orders to form a detachment with all of her former classmates and pass through a Diluvian Mirror. They were then to hold a tower where they would be receiving reinforcements against the armies of the dead.
It did not go as intended... when the mages stepped through the portal, they walked into a slaughter. Inara was knocked unconscious as her friends and comrades were cut down around her.

Inara was pulled out from the pile of her fallen comrades by the Grippli, Kent. A few minutes later, Ravlor came running over, following a very anxious Meriwald. Ravlor led her through the maze of the battlefield, and they managed to find safety and healing in one of the occupied towers.

The Battle of Twin Rivers caused long lasting psychological effects on Inara. She is haunted by flashbacks, and it took her years before she was able to use teleportation magic without suffering a nausea inducing panic attack. She spent most of her time after the battle sequestered in her chambers with her books, or roaming the forests of Alcarin with her closest friend, Ravlor.

Education

Inara studied the conjuration school of magic at Egig Ero Fa. She showed an aptitude for teleporation magic, a rarity among the students. She caught the eye of Filandrel, one of the magisters, and he took her as his apprentice.

She trained closely under Filandrel for the next century, delving deeper into conjuration and teleportation magics.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Inara is one of the youngest wizards in the past few centuries at Egig Ero Fa to master difficult teleportation magic.

Inara was among those who defeated the beast-lord Mustafat at his tower, before descending deep into Narvoth to defeat the bendeth and destroy the twisted Tree of Pain.

Near Crastvongrad, Inara and a small group of adventurers restored a semblance of balance to the land by destroying one of the four Wells of Sorrows that anchored this world with the old world, in an attempt to sever the Elves' connection to the Queen of Air and Darkness.

Failures & Embarrassments

Inara feels that she is personally responsible for the 54 royal guard who died, and whose spirits are doomed to forever wander the land, at the battle of Mustafat's Tower. It was her calling to Princess Anastasia for aid that led to their deaths, and it is something that she blames herself for to this day.

Mental Trauma

Inara suffers from vivid flashbacks from the Battle of Twin Rivers. Even though she is young for an Elf, she has seen far more than many twice her age. She cannot get out of her mind the images of her friends being ripped apart by the endless tide of undead.

She is paranoid about teleportation, especially through the Diluvian Mirror. It has only been recently that she is able to cast teleportation magic without making herself sick.

Inara is haunted by the Elves who died at Mustafat's tower when she called the Princess for aid... their souls are doomed to forever wander without finding any peace, and she feels responsible.

Filandrel's betrayal. Everything she thought she knew has now come into question and she has a hard time determining truth from lies anymore... she trusts even fewer people now than she did before.

Intellectual Characteristics

Inara is logical. She approaches the world in the same way that she approaches the study of magic... with a methodical attention to detail.
She prefers to do everything thoroughly and carefully, but has been known to rush into things that she isn't prepared for... especially if the life of one of her few friends is on the line.

Morality & Philosophy

After spending time among humans, her attitude and thoughts towards them have softened quite a bit. She has become far more tolerant and respectful of humanity, particularly those she has grown close to.

Inara abhors necromancy and is forbidden from studying the school herself. However, with travelling with Inira, she has developed a tolerance for necromancy that she would have never condoned in the past.

The world is changing. The time of the Elves might be drawing to a close, and if that is the case, it is tragic, but so be it. Time moves on. One cannot relive the past, lost civilizations cannot be brought back. There is a price that would be paid for pursuing such a venture, and that price is far too high to pay. Elven lives are growing shorter. Is it scary? Yes. But it is the way that the world works now.
The elders say that magic is fading, and it might be so, but if it does fade, then the Elves will do what they must to adapt and survive.

Some artifacts are far too powerful, and shouldn't exist. The staff of Lara Durdain is one of these objects. No one should wield an artifact with that much power.

Taboos

Necromancy, eating the flesh of fey.

Known Languages

Elvish, Sylvan, High Imperial, Low Imperial, Draconic, Dwarven, Goblinoid, Bothemian, Abyssal, Yongrel, Drow Sign Language

Personality

Likes & Dislikes

Inara discovered an affection for fruit pastries while in Runestone.

She likes it when individuals are straight forward in their dealings. She has little patience for useless small talk and political banter, and even less for subversive dishonesty.

Inara intensely dislikes Gaius Astoria, although she has begun to have a grudging acceptance of him and his usefulness.

Virtues & Personality perks

Inara is very protective of those whom she considers her friends or family, no amount of distance or danger will prevent her from going to their aid. This is particularly evident in her relationship with the ranger, Ravlor.

Vices & Personality flaws

Inara looks at the world from a logical, academic viewpoint in most situations, that sometimes comes across as she lacks empathy.

She has a tendency to let her mouth run away with her if she is in an emotionally heated state.

Inara is often plagued by survivor's guilt, and blames herself when those around her die, and she feels like she should have done more to save them.

Personality Quirks

Inara is loathe to let her barn owl familiar, Meriwald, in the path of danger, preferring to keep him safely perched on her shoulder where she is less likely to lose him.

Hygiene

When the option to bathe regularly is not feasible or practical, Prestidigitation is her most oft-used cantrip.

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28th of Camince, 1485

Time Will Tell, In the End...

by Inara Edhelhael

28th of Camince, 1485

It has been a week since Filandrel’s funeral, and nearly that since I last spoke with Ravlor… a part of me has been sorely wanting to to storm back into Ravlor’s cabin and demand that he talk to me, but Adar is right, I need to give him time…

Both my father and the prince are right in that I, too, need time. So, that is what I’ve been doing… I spent a couple of days working with Grimaldus in my father’s workshop, and aside from that, I’ve been spending most of my time with Meriwald in the woods surrounding Alcarin.

I packed away Filandrel’s robes yesterday… they now sit, neatly folded, in a carved cedar chest. I will don them again when needed, but for now, I need the distance. I have made some disturbing discoveries since reading through Filandrel’s spellbook… dark, forbidden magic that he transcribed… it raises so many more questions… His spellbook contains more spells than I’ve ever seen in a single volume… and many of them are necromantic. I found spells that describe how to trap a soul in a magic jar. Even more disturbing, are the inscriptions that describe the process of creating a clone, as a means of thwarting death. That, combined with his uncomfortable degree of interest in the elder Von Carstein’s research, makes me question everything…

What if Filandrel is actually inhabiting a newer, younger body somewhere in the world? Did he orchestrate his death, as he’s orchestrated so much else in my life so far? After all, when I was speaking to him in the dream, as he was dying, I am reminded of the subtle smile on his face when I asked him what else I needed to know, as his form faded away and the dream collapsed, with his death...
Is he playing me, even now? Is all of this, bringing his body back to Alcarin, the funeral, the Prince offering me his position, and his warnings about Damian… is this all some part of an elaborate scheme where we are all pawns in his game?

I need to speak with Damian about all of this… even though I dread that conversation. Damian hated me when last we spoke, and Meriwald’s findings when he explored Damian’s library in the dream… abhorrent. Filandrel said that for the good of our people, I will need to make Damian my enemy, and together we will save the most people by sending some to their deaths in a senseless war… I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t want to do that. I already have blood on my hands, I don’t want to even think about drenching them in any more…

I will need to speak with Damian at some point, likely sooner rather than later, but I will not do it this day… I have other things to do first…

The princess is still being maintained in her comatic state. I sought an audience with the prince a couple days ago, to see if he would grant me leave to look for a clue for the axiomyte’s command word on his throne. I found it, a silly verse of sorts, inscribed under the seat… I thanked him and promised that I would share any information that I found that could possibly help the princess.

I took the adamantine box far out into the woods, and set about protecting the area from any prying eyes, either magical or physical. Then, I set up a contingency to contain the box in a wall of force should anything go wrong when I opened it… that way there was minimal risk to both myself and the surrounding forest. When I spoke the verse, the locks on the box slid open, and I was able to lift the lid. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the rows upon rows of neatly organized journals and books was not it… I carefully resealed the box and returned to the relative safety of my bedchamber.

Again, shielding myself from prying eyes, I began to pour over the axiomyte’s writings… this was definitely what he claimed – a complete collection of his memories and knowledge, written down in a very organized form, that would be easy to review. Easy from an academic standpoint, not an emotional one… for he had not lied to me… this appears to be a complete collection, with nothing omitted… his writings cover the flight from the First World, the creation of the Wells, the founding of Alcarin and Egig Ero Fa, teaching magic to the humans of this world, the early wars against the dragons, the genocides… all of it… the bloody history of this world that the axiomyte witnessed firsthand. Also, he included directions on how to create and forge artifacts of untold power.

I felt a chill run down my spine at the potential consequences of anyone learning of the existence of this knowledge… much less its location… Filandrel definitely knew, and I fear that the Feathered Woman may be able to infer it, she seems intelligent enough, especially since we showed up to the council meeting, with Hasim reincarnated into the body of the axiomyte, whom she killed for his knowledge, and his refusal to share it with her…

So, I packed everything back into the axiomyte’s box, and hid it in a safe place. One I am not so foolish as to write down…

* * *

Many things have been occupying my thoughts over these past days… the political situation surrounding Alcarin and Runestone, Damian’s role he may or may not be playing in all this, the Princess’ state… but most of all, it is thoughts of those I care about…

Grimaldus seems to be settling in well enough in Alcarin, although I feel as though it is only a matter of time before he’s going to want to be off on the move again, tracking his next hunt… it makes me wonder if we both acted too rashly in the east… will he ultimately be happy when his life calms down enough to allow him some peace? Will he be able to find a home among my people, or will he always feel like a fish out of water, and long for the deserts of his homeland? I can take him back anytime he wishes, but still… I cannot imagine a life where I do not walk among the trees… so what am I asking of him? But not only that, but where does this relationship lead for me?

As I told Adar when I spoke with him, I do love Grimaldus. Of that, I know… but, what will become of this love? By pursuing this, am I merely setting myself up for worse heartbreak in the future? What if his grandmother is right, and there is a child from our union? Then what? Grimaldus will die, I don’t know when, but it is inevitable… as inevitable as the changing of the seasons… then I will be left alone in my grief, potentially with a half-elven child to raise? What would this world be like for such a child?... to be born into a world where you are ostracized, or, at the very least, not fully accepted as a member of either parents’ society?

I do love Grimaldus… but is that love worth the pain that I know is inevitable? I do not know the answer to this question, and my unsurety haunts me.

And then there is the matter of what Doodles revealed to me as I left… his claims that Ravlor loves me. Do not misunderstand, I’ve always known that he cares for me deeply, as I do him… but I never thought it extended into love. On my part, sure, I just managed to bury it deeply enough that I never thought it would be an issue, because I didn’t believe it reciprocated. But, after Doodles and my father’s laughing response, I’ve reliving the past half century of memories whenever I meditate at night…

Ravlor showing up during the snowstorm with the chickens, after digging us out of the snowdrift… our many conversations before the war… his words as he shoved the longbow into my hands in the beginning of the war, and taught me how to shoot it… his hand in mine as we ran to the safety of the outpost during the Battle of Twin Rivers… the days and nights we spent in the forests together after the war… “I know those hands” when I found him outside Yaharghul… his teasing me about Grimaldus when we were in Crassard… the sadness in his eyes when he sailed off with Doodles from Runestone…

I thought it was all just normal friendship on his part, that I was the one who had wished it more…

I don’t know anymore. I am torn… I feel as though my heart is being pulled in two different directions, and he hasn’t even spoken to me in the past week… he’s never done this to me before, but then again, a sinister voice in my mind whispers, I never told him I was betrothed before, either… I am confused. I need to talk to him, because for all I know, I might be reading far more into this than I should… or maybe it is just the stress of these past few months that has been catching up with me… I need to talk with him, and I also need to talk with Grimaldus… I need to know what exactly is going on with Ravlor, and I need to know Grimaldus’ plans for the future… I love Grimaldus dearly, but Ravlor… I don’t even really know what to say… my heart felt like it was torn asunder when he walked away, and my mind craves his conversation…

I guess I shall just have to wait and see how everything plays out… all of it… Ravlor, Grimaldus, Damian, the Princess, even Filandrel and my suspicions regarding his death… only time will tell, in the end…

Inara's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

Aboard the Jackdaw
25th of Arborus, 1485

On Eastern Shores and Swamplands
6th of Solae, 1485

Journey to Alfarid
7th-9th of Solae, 1485

A Hafla
10th of Solae, 1485

The City of Wei Jang
11th of Solae, 1485

The Axiomyte
12th of Solae, 1485

History and Memories
13th of Solae, 1485

Library
14th of Solae, 1485

Fuck This City…
16th of Solae, 1485

Letter to Grimaldus
18th of Solae, 1485

Our Next Move
18th of Solae, 1485

A Journey Home
18th of Solae, 1485

Sins, Guilt, and Monstrosities
19th of Solae, 1485

At a Loss
20th-21st of Solae, 1485

A Cursed Land Under a Cursed Moon
23rd of Solae, 1485

Eclipse
24th of Solae, 1485

On the Road to Rafulkarn
25th of Solae, 1485

The Beauty of the East
26th of Solae, 1485

Rafulkarn
27th of Solae, 1485

Consequences
28th of Solae, 1485

Kurvajai and Conversations
1st of Camince, 1485

Crumbling Amid Ashes
2nd of Camince, 1485

Ashes on the Wind
3rd of Camince, 1485

Ashes and Memories
4th of Camince, 1485

Sand and Storms
6th of Camince, 1485

Ashes of the Serpent
9th of Camince, 1485

Hasim, the Axiomyte, and Filandrel
10th of Camince, 1485

Letter to Ravlor
11th of Camince, 1485

The Council
11th of Camince, 1485

Fort Mahogany
12th of Camince, 1485

Of Endings and Broken Hearts
16th of Camince, 1485

Return to Alcarin
18th of Camince, 1485

Burial beneath the Boughs
20th of Camince, 1485

As the World Falls Down
21st of Camince, 1485

Picking up the Pieces
22nd of Camince, 1485

Time Will Tell, In the End...
28th of Camince, 1485

The major events and journals in Inara's history, from the beginning to today.

Aboard the Jackdaw
[i]Twentieth-fifth day of Arborus, 1485[/i] This journaled account is one that I shall strive to write in a more orderly fashion than the last, which is frankly little more than ramblings and rantings drawn from my thoughts, experiences and memories, a...
06:26 am - 23.07.2021

On Eastern Shores and Swamplands
[i]Sixth day of Solea, 1485[/i] Much has happened since my last entry… Nothing of particular note when we were on the boat - suffice to say we are no longer aboard the Jackdaw… About a week ago, we stopped in a port and picked up a forest gnome...
06:42 am - 24.07.2021

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10:22 pm - 07.08.2021

A Hafla
[i]Tenth day of Solae, 1485[/i] Grimaldus decided to hold a “hafla” to draw the priests out of the tower so we could gain entrance to it. I assumed that it was some type of party, but when Secilia asked what it was, Grimaldus confirmed that it is a...
04:29 am - 14.08.2021

The City of Wei Jang
[i]Eleventh day of Solae, 1485[/i] I find myself writing this in one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen, outside of Alcarin. We are in the city of Wei Jang, “the jewel of the east” as I’ve heard some call it. It is breathtakingly beautiful,...
04:12 am - 26.08.2021

The Axiomyte
[i]Twelfth day of Solae, 1485[/i] Last night was the most restful night I have had in years… since the forests of Alcarin, if I am being completely honest. I am not used to partaking in the sleep of humans, but it can be nice… the slow awakening to...
12:08 am - 26.09.2021

History and Memories
[i]Thirteenth day of Solae, 1485[/i] I went to see the axiomyte last night, after everyone else had retired for the evening. I hoped that he would receive me, and would be able to answer some of the questions that have been burning in the back of my mi...
01:14 pm - 14.10.2021

Library
[i]Fourteenth day of Solae, 1485[/i] Somehow I managed to get some decent rest last night… probably because of Grimaldus if I’m being perfectly honest with myself. All too often, my memories encroach on nights when I’m alone - which has been most...
02:11 pm - 26.10.2021

Fuck This City…
[i]Sixteenth of Solae, 1485[/i] I believe that it is the wee hours of the morning as I write this… I didn’t actually write what happened yesterday as I normally do… I was too deeply entrenched in my various thoughts. Mostly that I’m wondering i...
03:10 am - 03.12.2021

Letter to Grimaldus
Erkhem khündet Grimaldus, Tanai khelnii medleg maani ene zakhidlyg oilgomjtoi bolgokhod khangalttai khürsen gedegt bi itgeltei baina... uchir ni bi chamd ööriin kheleer bichikhiig khüssen yum. Chi serekhdee namaig baikhgüi baikhyg kharakh boln...
05:06 am - 05.12.2021

Our Next Move
[i]Eighteenth of Solae, 1485[/i] This is going to be a quick entry, for I’m planning on drawing my teleportation circle as soon as Secilia is ready. I wrote a quick note to Grimaldus to let him know my plans, as he is sleeping. I should probably just...
04:26 am - 13.12.2021

A Journey Home
Eighteenth of Solae, 1485 Our teleportation to Alcarin was thankfully uneventful. As soon as we arrived in the gardens, I could feel some of the tension that has been accumulating in my body over the past few days simply melt away with each step I took...
07:40 am - 11.01.2022

Sins, Guilt, and Monstrosities
[i]19th of Solae, 1485[/i] Last night was embarrassing. I hope no one mentions it. I don’t remember much, except being very relaxed and having odd thoughts running through my head… something about Elves being related to birds?… I frankly don’t ...
06:01 am - 17.01.2022

At a Loss
[i]20th of Solae, 1485[/i] The encampment Gerard spoke of is entrenched in ancient Elven ruins. There are more men than I was expecting… I thought there would be a small band, but this is instead a military encampment of at least three hundred indivi...
07:15 am - 19.01.2022

A Cursed Land Under a Cursed Moon
[i]23rd of Solae, 1485[/i] I find myself not having written in the past few days, something that hasn’t happened since we disembarked from the Jackdaw nearly a month ago… I have much to think about, much to sort out in my mind before I can move for...
05:17 am - 27.01.2022

Eclipse
[i]24th of Solae, 1485[/i] This is going to be a much shorter entry than I normally write, I fear… for I am exhausted. Last night was the first night since… probably the war, now that I think of it, that I haven’t been able to meditate for the ap...
12:08 am - 09.02.2022

On the Road to Rafulkarn
[i]25th of Solae, 1485[/i] We set out on the backs of the rochallar that Hatholdir provided. I am not familiar with the beasts, so I thought it best to ride with someone. I was going to ride behind Grimaldus, but Dekar offered me a seat on his mount, a...
06:46 pm - 25.02.2022

The Beauty of the East
[i]26th of Solae, 1485[/i] I am writing this in one of the most beautiful and peaceful places I have ever been. Grimaldus is sleeping beside me as I write. I am very happy that we were able to steal this night away, when it very well may be our last. I...
05:00 am - 01.03.2022

Rafulkarn
[i]27th of Solae, 1485[/i] We survived. That is what is important. The blackened heart that was corrupting the tree has been removed, and Rowan was able to begin the healing process for the ancient wood. I do not know how much detail I shall write this...
07:09 am - 03.03.2022

Consequences
[i]28th of Solae, 1485 [/i] Last night was a wreck. It turns out that Rowan refused my teleport. I didn’t notice it at first, possibly because I was too concerned with ensuring that I brought us to the correct location and minimizing the risks of send...
05:10 am - 08.04.2022

Kurvajai and Conversations
[i]1st of Camince, 1485[/i] Dawn saw the party moving about our separate routines. Grimaldus and Hasim were bathing in the river, Inira was talking with her sister, and it appeared that Secilia was trying to catch some fish. I decided to take the oppor...
11:57 pm - 08.04.2022

Crumbling Amid Ashes
[i]2nd of Camince, 1485[/i] I feel numb as I write this… Even as I sit here in Kurvajai, Egig Ero Fa is burning. By the hand of our own prince. I just returned from Alcarin, and I feel as though I’m in shock. The only way that I think I’ll even b...
02:55 am - 21.04.2022

Ashes on the Wind
[i]3rd of Camince, 1485 [/i] I knew it was a mistake to go there… to Ysgard, the realm that was once Kord’s, but now belongs to Shard, the cursed Blood Lord. I almost find myself wishing I’d refused to bring them, although they would have simply f...
01:17 am - 29.04.2022

Ashes and Memories
[i]4th of Camince, 1485 [/i] I spoke to the others when they returned… I told them about my visit to Alcarin to meet with the prince, the burning of Egig Ero Fa, and Oberon wanting me to replace Filandrel. Grimaldus seems to think that it was a good t...
12:55 am - 11.05.2022

Sand and Storms
[i]6th of Camince, 1485 [/i] Wow… so much happened in the past couple of days. We were attacked by a blue dragon on our way to the tomb, and we managed to avoid it through intelligent use of teleportation magic. The young enchanter who tried to join u...
01:33 am - 11.05.2022

Ashes of the Serpent
[i]9th of Camince, 1485[/i] I am writing this sitting beside the body of the axiomyte, in the ruins of his tower… The others have just started falling asleep, although my rest is nowhere to be found. The experience of the last two days is one that I ...
11:00 pm - 03.06.2022

Hasim, the Axiomyte, and Filandrel
[i]10th of Camince, 1485 [/i] Well, I did finally manage to sink into my meditation and find some rest. As soon as I awakened, the first thing that I saw was the axiomyte’s body. I found Meriwald pacing around and staring nervously at Hasim’s ba...
02:57 am - 10.06.2022

Letter to Ravlor
[i]Written in Elvish, translated version here.[/i] Dear Ravlor, I hope this letter, and the contents of this box, find you alive and well. Before you lose it on me, I am not dead, nor do I have any intention of becoming so. This is merely a pre...
05:05 pm - 10.06.2022

The Council
[i]11th of Camince, 1485[/i] I am writing this down in the event that I do not survive these next few days. I hope that these papers will not become lost, but if they do… then it is what it is… My companions accompanied me to the council meetin...
03:03 am - 22.06.2022

Fort Mahogany
[i]12th of Camince, 1485[/i] Inira, Alucard, Hogar and myself teleported outside Charbelly Hall to seek an audience with Paragon Cindy. The walls rise up over four hundred feet high. A few dwarven guards rode up on goats, asking us to state our busines...
03:05 am - 22.06.2022

Of Endings and Broken Hearts
16th of Camince, 1485 Dawn yesterday brought with it an ominous wind. Filandrel looked at me. “Do you feel that? I’ve only felt that once before… when we left our world.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “What could cause it?” “Somethi...
06:18 am - 28.06.2022

Return to Alcarin
[i]18th of Camince [/i] These past two days have passed me by in a daze. Grimaldus accompanied me to Alcarin when I returned home. To say that my parents were surprised by our engagement is an understatement. They were unfailingly polite to Grimaldus, a...
05:45 am - 06.07.2022

Burial beneath the Boughs
[i]20th of Camince, 1485[/i] It is done. There is something poetically final about burials beneath the great trees… Maybe it was today that I was waiting for, for as I write this, Filandrel’s death feels unbearably final. The funeral was today,...
05:46 am - 06.07.2022

As the World Falls Down
[i]21st of Camince, 1485[/i] That numbness, the most welcome detachment, is gone. Ripped away like an autumn leaf in the wind. I went to see Ravlor today. If I’d been thinking more clearly, I might have allowed myself an additional bit of time to sta...
08:36 am - 15.07.2022

Picking up the Pieces
[i]22nd of Camince, 1485 [/i] Rest eluded me last night. I sat in the window, watching the leaves dance in the moonlight until the wee hours of the morning. Not even laying beside Grimaldus, his arm draped over me, allowed my mind the rest I sought… I...
06:00 am - 18.07.2022