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                                                                                     Aeran and Alar. Rona

You raise your head and stare at the grey sky. The rain is slowing down now, turning into a light mist. The worst of the storm has passed and, as the clouds clear, you spot the golden-red glow of the setting sun. The day is almost gone and you, unfortunately, are almost out of time. Aeran follows and you lead him into a narrow, sheltered alley between two tenements. You lean against the wall and let out a long, weary sigh. Exhaustion pulls at your body and you want nothing more than to sit down and rest your sore feet. You slide down the wall until you sit in a crouch, your back braced against the smooth wood. A leafy vine pokes out between a gap in the boardwalk and snakes along the planks. Aeran stands opposite you, one knee bent and his foot pressed against the opposite wall. ©

Alar is tired, wet and hungry. He thinks about the chalice and how to not become food. Aeran is probably wondering how did they reach this point.

“All my life, I've never known where you've been. There were holes in you, The kind that I could not mend. And I heard you say, Right when you left that day. Does everything go away? Yeah, everything goes away.”

kim aeran (+) 16 avatars (( www ))

decided to draw my trio of dysfunctional best friends from an Elder Scrolls roleplay.

Siobhan is a former gladiator and Fighter’s Guild member gone freelance, half bosmer and half breton. yes, that is a mullet.

Silv is an alcoholic bi mercenary and the group’s mom friend; half dunmer, half nord.

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