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“Shurima is like a hot version of Freljord! I can actually like this place... Wow, so many stuff i don’t know”

The Shuriman capital was chaotic and crowded likt the Freljordian one, especially the marketplace, filled with foreign scents of spices, flowers, foods, and vibrant colors of the cloth merchants

‘Fresh daters! Figs! Come on now, have a dater! I bet you aren’t from here, i’m offering you one’

She was still a Matron , even in her plight . 

 It had been nearly days since the events that took place  , and only now did Emilia find herself finally nearing the steps of Shurima's grand library . LeBlanc shed the hood of her cloak , letting her hair be rustled by the slight breeze that coursed through the desert afternoon as she approached , steps coming quicker and closer . Bloodied fingers would only reach for the ring atop of the door , banging it against the aged stone as hard as she could , eyes squeezing shut at the clanging sound it would make against the door . She hoped he would answer .  .   .

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her heart aches as she heard him speak , crumbling & cracking in ways she couldn’t imagine to feel for herself even when their eyes don’t meet . soraka keeps her fingertips at the edges of her saucer but she scarcely wishes to let the smooth clay touch her lips , not when he withered away before her. 

❛ i died too ,  once . in a time not too long ago . ❜  she whispers. the starchild raises her eyes to meet his & musters a forgotten ember of warmth within her heart to move her hand over his own. she did not expect any form of reciprocation from him , but the need to hold &  feel him was something she knew they both yearned. 

Needed even. 

❛ you begin to ease yourself through it as time goes by , i believe . but you are not alone either nasus.  ❜  soraka lets the foreign caress of a smile paint her face & chuckles.