My Time is Borrowed

“Mor Dhona… Frightens me. Especially that.” She pointed to Syrcus, and pressed into the man firmly, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as she sighed, snuggling in. “Something here feels Wrong. Like if I’m here too long something might get me.”

“A - friend says the name they gave me is Allagan. Efah. ‘Hope prings Eternal’. I got hurt and they took my name away but my friend gave me a new one.”

It also meant dark things in the Ascian language, but he need not know that. A very anxious purr came from her, and she huffed at Syrcus, murmuring.

Efah hated Mor Dhona.

It felt wrong, with too many bad feelings, but, there had been work through, and after doing her job the broken Warrior of Light was returnng to Thanalan when she sighted a camp, and black robes.

She blinked, moving for her new discovery curiously as she did, and blinked. She saw no ascian, but still a man - oddly familiar.

She knew his scent, appearance - everything, but not who he was, and reaching for the memory felt like she’d been hollowed out, and ached, making her mewl in pain before moving over and headbutting him softly, ears pinned

“Are you okay mister?”.

Something about the… miqo’te? She seemed like a Miqo’te, but something was… odd, nonetheless… was familiar, so he had little issue with her unconventional and very feline approach.

Instead, he offered her a small, but polite smile, and even a distracted pat about the ears - it seemed the natural thing to do, with the way she had headbutted him for attention.

Unfortunately, he’s jump, and anxious, and the grief that took him prior to his ascension is back in full swing. While he’s never fallen entirely into Tiridates’ bleak hopelessness again, days like this are… hard. Especially so now that he’s set up camp in Mor Dhona, too close to the tower, sealed though it is.

It felt wrong, with too many bad feelings, but, there had been work through, and after doing her job the broken Warrior of Light was returnng to Thanalan when she sighted a camp, and black robes.

She blinked, moving for her new discovery curiously as she did, and blinked. She saw no ascian, but still a man - oddly familiar.

She knew his scent, appearance - everything, but not who he was, and reaching for the memory felt like she’d been hollowed out, and ached, making her mewl in pain before moving over and headbutting him softly, ears pinned

“I do not know. I think - I already fell.”

Because she has been altered by ascians, or so it feels. Tampered with, and everything starts to feel confusing, the girlsitting to rub her face. Her mind is swimming, and then she’s nervous, moving near to hide.

“I don’t want to hurt anymore. It’s scary. I’m scared. Can I stay near you?”

“Meracydia, Master.” Efah responds patiently. “I belong to my masters.”

A finger moves to trace the mark on the girl’s cheek. “Which master is yours, you can’t be all of ours. Thirteen masters is too many for one. Would shatter you like Mother and Father.” They laugh, a child’s giggle. “Though we are not thirteen now, are we? We are eight and one. All falling, one by one, the source’s lights…” They pat her again and step back. 

“I do not know. I think - I already fell.”

Because she has been altered by ascians, or so it feels. Tampered with, and everything starts to feel confusing, the girlsitting to rub her face. Her mind is swimming, and then she’s nervous, moving near to hide.

“Where did you come from Master?”

“Meracydia, Master.” Efah responds patiently. “I belong to my masters.”

“Where did you come from Master?”