just some wrynno ramblings.
Wrynno forgets, sometimes, that she can’t relax like she used to. She forgets that there’s always something around the corner trying to destroy Tyria and she can’t just spend hours in the lab with Zojja fiddling with inventions. It’s times like these, cutting through waves of the Forged outside of Amnoon, that she remembers.
Wrynno’s minions screech and lash out, providing the distraction she needs to usher the farmers and refugees away from the battle. She wishes her friends were here, Clavis and Calycris, but they’re back in Lion’s Arch researching what they can.
The last of the Forged falls from a blow by her fiend and there’s blissful silence in the desert. Wrynno tries not to forget she can’t relax; when she relaxes, people get hurt.
