#dearnirinwe

[forever-eilith]

REUNION: for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. @dearnirinwe

Eilith felt her boots meet the cobbled streets of Baldur's Gate, clutching their bag to their chest. A habit they did in crowded places, making herself smaller. Their short legs were going full pace, practically jogging to her destination.

They were making a trip to the only shop worth it in the city: Sorcerous Sundries. They were always running back to the marketplace for extra scrolls and tomes to study by the end of the week.

As she made her way through the crowded streets, eyes mostly on the ground in front of them, many faces passed and shoved past Eilith without paying any mind. As she was beginning to make a turn towards the store, they ran head first into someone.

"Oh, gods, I'm so sorry," she murmured, rubbing her nose that was bumped. She looked up towards the stranger only to be greeted by a vaguely familiar face.

"...Nirinwe?"

[forever-eilith]

Eilith returned the elf's smile, a warm familiarity falling over her. She didn't look much older than the last time Eilith saw her, but that's what being an elf does to one's skin.

"No, not in trouble this time," a soft chuckle was in her voice. "But the day's barely started, so the gods only know!"

She shrugged the bags strap on her shoulder, gesturing down to her empty tote bag. "You know me, always in need of scrolls and whatnots."

"What's got you out of the Upper City?" Her tail was flicking curiously against her leg, Nirinwe made it known ages ago that she barely left the area.

REUNION: for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. @dearnirinwe

Eilith felt her boots meet the cobbled streets of Baldur's Gate, clutching their bag to their chest. A habit they did in crowded places, making herself smaller. Their short legs were going full pace, practically jogging to her destination.

They were making a trip to the only shop worth it in the city: Sorcerous Sundries. They were always running back to the marketplace for extra scrolls and tomes to study by the end of the week.

As she made her way through the crowded streets, eyes mostly on the ground in front of them, many faces passed and shoved past Eilith without paying any mind. As she was beginning to make a turn towards the store, they ran head first into someone.

"Oh, gods, I'm so sorry," she murmured, rubbing her nose that was bumped. She looked up towards the stranger only to be greeted by a vaguely familiar face.

"...Nirinwe?"