⊱ Faerene has always found solace in the family tombs, ever since she was a little girl. While other children chased the sun to play, she sought the comforting shade of the catacombs. Perhaps not so unusual for someone coming from a family of necromancers; however, her drive to sometimes spend days amongst the engraved sarcophagi of her forebears was a behaviour considered odd even by her closest family members. Her father, especially, wished for his daughter to spend more time with the living. “The dead have much to teach us,” he used to say, “most importantly that we have to keep on living.” What he didn’t understand was the real reason behind Faerene’s forays to the family catacombs. Between her struggles to communicate with her peers and the overwhelming, inexplicable feeling of otherness, the young girl lacked compassionate and understanding company. The spirits seldom judge, especially those so lovingly cared for as the ones dwelling in the Rosenhall tombs. And above all, in the turbulent world of never-ending change, the dead are, as much as Death itself, quite comfortably unchangeable. [ a reshoot of this post ]
