- closed started for Belgr @wickedxhell Vault of Relics, The Outerworld; midday
Like every single year, when the calendar circled back to that date, Mireia visited The Boneyard early at first light. Mist and dust clouded the graveyard all the time, like a reminder of what bones would eventually become. She always took the day off, mainly because grief drained the vitality out of her spirit, one quiet tear at a time. But this morning felt different; even after tending to the tombstones and spending time by her partner and child, Mireia didn’t feel completely empty.
Still, she wasn’t ready to return to the atelier. Not yet. For once, she’d honor their memory by enjoying herself and, after considering her options, she opted for something that had wandered in her mind for a while.
Before she could doubt her decision, her feet took her to the Vault of Relics. Who knew? She could draw inspiration for a new collection of designs from its many artworks. Or… perhaps she’d find more amusement in enchanting a suit of armor to startle unassumming guests of the museum.
“Oh, this will be good,” she whispered between giggles as her fingers weaved threads of magic into cold iron.
