The suburbs, she decided, were not for her.
After returning home to her birth family, Esialeth discovered that her disappearance had changed the town dramatically. Her parents, once respected academics, were disgraced (as they should be) for their inability to raise a child. Esialeth had only come to retrieve some of her posessions, wreck some havoc, and disgrace her parents even more; by the time she was done, she was tired indeed. The monotony of the suburbs grated on her, and she was eager to leave.
Her visit did give her a nice sense of closure, though, and she returned to Rose Garden a little softer, a little kinder, a little happier. Or so she hoped.
She approached the Silver Moon Inn — the lay of the light and the cloying heat similar to her first arrival, but her emotions entirely different: less anxiety, a little more sonder, and with a greater appreciation for the little things, like the brave fireflies who made the balconies very pretty indeed.
Esialeth swirled her tongue in her mouth, tasting the last remnants of her raspberry tart, breathing in the humid night air. She felt her newly acquired magic swirl around the roses in the entrance-way — roses that she helped grow — plucked one off the vine, and settled it into her hair.
She entered the guild hall — her home, now. She smiled at the guild members — her family, now.
"Did you miss me?"
After returning home to her birth family, Esialeth discovered that her disappearance had changed the town dramatically. Her parents, once respected academics, were disgraced (as they should be) for their inability to raise a child. Esialeth had only come to retrieve some of her posessions, wreck some havoc, and disgrace her parents even more; by the time she was done, she was tired indeed. The monotony of the suburbs grated on her, and she was eager to leave.
Her visit did give her a nice sense of closure, though, and she returned to Rose Garden a little softer, a little kinder, a little happier. Or so she hoped.
She approached the Silver Moon Inn — the lay of the light and the cloying heat similar to her first arrival, but her emotions entirely different: less anxiety, a little more sonder, and with a greater appreciation for the little things, like the brave fireflies who made the balconies very pretty indeed.
Esialeth swirled her tongue in her mouth, tasting the last remnants of her raspberry tart, breathing in the humid night air. She felt her newly acquired magic swirl around the roses in the entrance-way — roses that she helped grow — plucked one off the vine, and settled it into her hair.
She entered the guild hall — her home, now. She smiled at the guild members — her family, now.
"Did you miss me?"
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