#( i had to. you know i love lena 🥺 this is kels misc fantasy medieval verse)

[unmak3r]

for helena adair. @ada1r

she peels an apple in her hand absently, the knife having been conjured into existence moments prior; and then realises she has been staring. kelerel blinks her eyes, purple hues (spells of conjuring) giving way to the green hues of her detection spells ... crowding forward in her pupils as they press to the forefront. "forgive me for staring, you bear a resemblance to my dear sister," she speaks of vida, who had returned to ithrea in the months gone. instead of disengaing, kel continues with a genuine query ... "do you know where i could find cheap lodgings in town, or nearby?" she's wandered these lands for the last twelve years and yet still had not seen it all. she can conjure herself a shelter, but it grows taxing and oft incurs annoying questions ... or worse ... from the locals.