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. This was now the second time that someone was earnestly telling Caelia not to die in this game. A part of her did consider heeding those warnings in a very serious manner, but logging off forever just felt so... She just didn't want to do it. This game was an escape for her. She didn't say as...

. Caelia feels warmth come to her cheeks when Frey mentions not calling the guards on her because she looked "like that," as he put it. She glanced down at herself, at the black upon her skin that still hadn't fully faded away. She took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes momentarily. Slowly...

. 160 Zone 5 > Zone 9 > Zone 6 Caelia looked up as both @Kaminari Arashi and @Sol also entered the field after her and her companion. She was waiting for someone who had been here earlier than she to answer Sol's question of what exactly had happened when a voice cut the air like a knife. She...

. Returning to Camp Nisus after the chaos of the Red Fever and the ensuing fight was...strange. It felt too quiet now, too calm, without the hustle and bustle of so many players around. Caelia meandered through the camp slowly on her own for a bit, noting the damage that needed to be taken care...

. The speed of Frey's answer was a little bit surprising, but Caelia didn't comment on it other than to blink once slowly. She relaxes a little as he steps back, not necessarily minding the proximity but appreciating the distance he's given her respectfully. The idea of practicing with him was...

. The Faerin smiled brightly as the request was accepted, pushing herself up off of her knees and back to a standing position. She nodded a bit along with what Kyra was saying, agreeing wholeheartedly. I can be who I want to be here... You can be anything you want to be. Oh, now you're here...

. Caelia had sort of expected that kind of answer. Kyra seemed like the type who wanted to be where she was needed. Hell, if Caelia wasn't so taken by wanderlust, she might have wanted to stay here, too. Being needed was...nice. But she didn't just want to be needed. She wanted to be wanted by...

. Thankfully it seemed she hadn't upset the beastfolk, at least not in a way she was showing. Caelia didn't waste time wondering what Kyra might truly be thinking. It was just better to take things as they were on the surface sometimes and not worry what could be underneath. She'd just get...

. Caelia's gaze lingered on the individual that they were not helping as Kyra spoke to her. There was a somber expression in her gaze. She knew, deep down, that what the other woman was saying was right. The world here felt so real, it was real to the Landers. She had no clue who was what unless...

. 160 Another day, another new location to explore. This time, it was courtesy of @Frey Elzeiros , who had invited her along to have drinks and share one another's company for a little while. She'd been quick to say yes to his offer, enjoying his company quite a bit ever since first meeting...

. Caelia looked up briefly as Kyra nodded to a passing Elf, only making eye contact with him for a moment before he was moving on. Thankfully, no one seemed particularly interested in what they were doing here, at least not yet. She listened as Kyra explained a bit of what she did in the real...

. Even though it was minor in the grand scheme of things, the praise from the other woman had Caelia smiling ever so slightly. It wasn't even that much praise, not really, but she'd take what she could get. She shifted her focus as the beastfolk pointed out another wound, her eyes closing once...

. Caelia swallowed heavily as the beastfolk said she could make a grave mistake rather easily if she weren't careful. The Landers deserved to live, of course, so she didn't want to mess up and cause one of them to perish...but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel like the situation...

. The Faerin looked a bit sheepish as the beastfolk turned back to her and suddenly ask if she'd done any sort of healing at all. A faint blush came to her cheeks, and she looked away briefly. Well, that was certainly the question of the hour, wasn't it? Um, well, no, but I'm willing to try...

. Caelia shook her head slightly when the beastfolk asked if she meant dark magic exactly. Feeling the other's gaze on her was a bit intimidating, but she'd put herself in this position... Might as well stick through it now. It's not dark magic. It's hemomancy. I can help with their blood, I...

. Caelia hadn't hung around for the aftermath of the Kurungaar Mother fight. She hadn't seen the carnage that had been wrought. Now, standing here, she saw carnage. She should have been aghast, right? She should have been shocked. To be fair, she was shocked, a little bit, but the usual symptoms...

. Caelia hadn't waited for the beastfolk to answer her question before she'd started moving through the crowd. Curiosity drew her forwards, and she was able to use her small frame to her advantage as she darted in and out between people fleeing in the opposite direction. She'd only just broken...

. Caelia continued to wipe at her face to try and dry her tears, sniffling despite her best efforts not to. She looks a bit uncertain as Frey approaches and gets closer to her space, but it's more out of concern for his well being than her own. She was still learning to control this strange...

. Caelia hadn't been this far into Falderen before. She'd heard of Lyrwick and it's unfortunate circumstances, but she'd not actually visited...until today. The small Faerin made her way carefully through the encampment she'd managed to find, murmuring soft apologies each time she got in...

. Caelia nodded a bit as Madison explained what she knew about the guilds and went on to say it was good to have friends in this world. It was certainly something she was working on... While her anxieties about socializing weren't so bad in the game, the idea of approaching a large group of...