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The sun shines brightly in the sky, and the breeze tousles the princess’ hair with gentle fingers, waking her from an easy slumber. Opening her eyes, Nasreen greets the morning with a small smile and a stretch of copper wings. After discovering her glass magic, she’d slept soundly for the first night in two weeks. The sign of reassurance from the goddess had done wonders to lift Nasreen’s spirits, and with such a perfect day, she is already feeling better. Things would work out—the goddess had already given her a most incredible gift! Now all there was left to do was find a godswood to thank her and to seek her council.
However, not everything is in order in the young Seer’s life. Though she has been distracted this past season with her Helovian adventures and more recently, with her promotion, with the clouds of her distress clearing, her mind turns once again to her brother. She hasn’t seen him since their quarrel, and though she is still angry with him, a part of her is a little worried. Where has he been all these months? At first, she had taken pains to avoid him while wandering around the Edge, unsure of what to say or how to act should she stumble across him—or worse yet, stumble upon him and that healer of his, Resplendence. The mere thought leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, and Nasreen shakes her head vigorously, as if to clear the image from her mind. Yet it has been a long time since she saw Quil last, she muses, wandering off to find breakfast. She is fairly sure that he would have discovered the floating island by now; so many have already arrived, and the bright lights, the races, and the happy bustle of the tents were right up his ally—so where is he? Certainly not hiding from her up here; she’d already learned the hard way that remaining inconspicuous on such a tiny chunk of land is nigh impossible. And while she hasn’t found it yet in her heart to forgive him, Quil is still her brother and her only remaining link to Th’orqui. It’s only natural to wonder, isn’t it? Besides, he’s the only one here who would know where to find a decent godswood. She’s got a job to do now, the princess thinks with an unexpectedly pleasant feeling of importance. The sooner she finds a godswood, the better.
Thus, Nasreen muses to herself as she browses amongst the tall grasses, enjoying the morning air.
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[P] Fancy meeting you here...{Quilyan}
