So This is Life
No destination appealed to her so she settled to spending her time wandering the corridors. When she tired, she slept curled up on the floor; she was rarely disturbed there. Magick sustained the people of Lunaria, so she did not need to seek out food or employment to attain such things.
She felt, in short, damaged.
Myron broke her heart. Ehren, Larith, and Caelir turned their backs on her. She didn't have T'sailiéss, the sweet bard who had so tried to look out for her upon her arrival; she had chosen against accompanying him, preferring the potential she had seen in Myron's crowd. The only people that seemed to care for her, Conner and Elisa, she left in Star*port, though now Ashlyn wondered if anyone had ever really cared.
Growing up, she had viewed the world with optimistic anticipation. Now, she thought the positive but a façade. Her eyes were drawn to perceived darkness. She felt inclined to the teachings of Deirdros, except she was void of the faith it would take to believe in a deity, any deity.
"So this is life," she would whisper to herself, and say in her head, finding herself further convinced with each passing moment.
Larith detected the intensity of the enchantment. Caelir took care of all magickal proponents. Ehren kept watch. As was his habit, Myron had busied himself otherwise.
"You'll do fine," he'd insisted. "What's another priest's home, when you know he won't be there? His position as councilor withstanding, he's just another priest and we've robbed plenty of them."
