ย ย ย โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:* THESE WERE NO longer days of peace or civility. at least such notions had bombarded her face as of late, though yena always seemed to catch the tail end of discussions and notices. never enough to piece together a complete picture of coherency and not enough care to seek out the missing bits herself. so roaming no mans land had increased in risk but that remained the least of her worries. flask empty, evicted from her uber, flask empty... the night young and yena without the slightest fucking clue where she was.ย โ excuse me. โ brazenly she approached the lone figure, her gait that of a newborn deer.ย โ point me in the direction of the nearest bar. itโs life orย โโ โ lady fortune had a sick sense of humor tonight, didnโt she. yena had to laugh.ย โ death. hm, fitting. โ would he kill her? oh, she would be so lucky. or perhaps he wouldnโt even know her. but she hoped he would. itโd be more fun. @ethvraels