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Set mid-autumn 2023, near Elysia.

There was a method to the madness... Because that's what it was, wasn't it? Each day, before the dawn broke, Alvyra rose to meet it as she always had. In the quiet hours of the not quite morning, she strode out to the furthest reaches of Taika. There, she ran the borders for reasons that she wasn't sure anyone else within them cared about. Well... That wasn't true, was it? There were still those who saw the need to maintain the southern haven that they had carved out for themselves. Arlen, of course, could almost always be counted on for that much. Other Sentinels too, usually. Why else would they sign up for the task, if not because they were committed to it? All the same, some days Alvyra wondered. Amidst peace, her mind often drifted, looking for its own. Maybe that's why she had chosen to run even further southward that morning. Maybe that was why she found herself patrolling a border that couldn't be crossed by any save the sea itself. The coastal breeze rolled in, Falken gliding along on its updrift. The salty air didn't seem to lend the Grandmaster the same sort of lightness, but she took a moment to pause there all the same.

WC: 209

Vyra: full body (+2 Souls)

Vyra © WinterCrow03

Please do not use/claim the above artwork or character(s) as your own.

Description

Set mid-autumn 2023, near Elysia.

There was a method to the madness... Because that's what it was, wasn't it? Each day, before the dawn broke, Alvyra rose to meet it as she always had. In the quiet hours of the not quite morning, she strode out to the furthest reaches of Taika. There, she ran the borders for reasons that she wasn't sure anyone else within them cared about. Well... That wasn't true, was it? There were still those who saw the need to maintain the southern haven that they had carved out for themselves. Arlen, of course, could almost always be counted on for that much. Other Sentinels too, usually. Why else would they sign up for the task, if not because they were committed to it? All the same, some days Alvyra wondered. Amidst peace, her mind often drifted, looking for its own. Maybe that's why she had chosen to run even further southward that morning. Maybe that was why she found herself patrolling a border that couldn't be crossed by any save the sea itself. The coastal breeze rolled in, Falken gliding along on its updrift. The salty air didn't seem to lend the Grandmaster the same sort of lightness, but she took a moment to pause there all the same.

WC: 209

Vyra: full body (+2 Souls)

Vyra © WinterCrow03

Please do not use/claim the above artwork or character(s) as your own.