Rhyva

Time: Late Afternoon

When we were kids, Corrinne and I used to wander the woods near the farm. She always seemed to know what path to take, which way was the right way. Whether it was a keen sense of direction or some kind of intuition I could never figure it out. While I'd blunder along in the underbrush, following false trails and ending up turned around, there would be my twin, finding me to guide me to our destination.

(Many thanks to Priya for the idea and letting me use it, and to all the role-players whose characters are a part of Alex's life and influenced it.)

After a particularly messy scene involving an ambush by a trio of bandits, Aureliyn and Alex stand in front of a small stream and next to a small pile of ashes.

(Glimpses of moments Priya has had with different characters. Thank you to all those lovely players whose characters are in any way involved in her life.) 

A regular day at the Kennel...
Priya: I will try to sleep a little. Let’s hope they don’t burn down the house meanwhile. 

(Glimpses of dialogs Priya has had with different characters. Thank you to all those lovely players whose characters are in any way involved in her life.) 

ENCOUNTER THREE, THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM

In her belief that her third encounter would be the best of the lot(Excluding her gratefulness for Miss Vaven, of course), Lock would set out carefully for whom to approach. She did not pick inside of the inn, rather outside of it—a man leaning against a row of fences, opposite of the inn. His features were graced by a shadowing hood, his hands and arms unseen by the throw of a cloak. 

One, two, three, four.

Yellow, gray, red, brown, blue, green, and more. Just the names, though; she couldn't even identify those. 

A and G.