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"I think this spot right here should be nearest. We could start there."
A voice spoke within the Magia's head, for while the Storyteller had been on the path to recovery from her injuries for quite a while now, she remained afraid to speak. Afraid that the ache would return and with it, the bleeding wounds that had made her lose her voice in the first place.
The elf held in her hands a map, which she now pressed against a table as she laid it out for a better view of the village's surroundings, the parchment worn and in a continuous state of decay. It gave the impression that it would crumble if one so dared to fold it, but for a village forgotten by most save its own inhabitants, with resources being hard to come by, it was of little wonder that updating their maps would be the least of their priorities.
Rael sat back down on her chair, a finger pressed to a grid depicting the westernmost entrance to the city, and beyond it, a sprawling forest overlooking a canyon. Her countenance was warm, a stark contrast against the harsh reality the people living in Aurora confronted every day.
It was no wonder they had turned to others for assistance, not when so much remained to be done and there weren't enough hands to pass the jobs onto.
"What do you say?"
A voice spoke within the Magia's head, for while the Storyteller had been on the path to recovery from her injuries for quite a while now, she remained afraid to speak. Afraid that the ache would return and with it, the bleeding wounds that had made her lose her voice in the first place.
The elf held in her hands a map, which she now pressed against a table as she laid it out for a better view of the village's surroundings, the parchment worn and in a continuous state of decay. It gave the impression that it would crumble if one so dared to fold it, but for a village forgotten by most save its own inhabitants, with resources being hard to come by, it was of little wonder that updating their maps would be the least of their priorities.
Rael sat back down on her chair, a finger pressed to a grid depicting the westernmost entrance to the city, and beyond it, a sprawling forest overlooking a canyon. Her countenance was warm, a stark contrast against the harsh reality the people living in Aurora confronted every day.
It was no wonder they had turned to others for assistance, not when so much remained to be done and there weren't enough hands to pass the jobs onto.
"What do you say?"
@MAI
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