Darth Daiara
Metamorphosis
Balmorra
Aradia dallied in the market. She didn't need anything but time. Visiting home was always a bit... hard to swallow. It probably wasn't fair to her family that she behaved this way, they hadn't done anything to deserve it, but like always Aradia lingered just at the edge of everything-- home but not quite. The meditation village was warm and lively. She told herself that she would stay until she found a gift to hand over at the door.
They weren't expecting her. She wasn't sure how to explain why she wasn't here.
I just wanted to be? She'd sound stupid.
Aradia mulled between the stalls of crochet hand bags and poked her fingers through the small holes.
Aradia dallied in the market. She didn't need anything but time. Visiting home was always a bit... hard to swallow. It probably wasn't fair to her family that she behaved this way, they hadn't done anything to deserve it, but like always Aradia lingered just at the edge of everything-- home but not quite. The meditation village was warm and lively. She told herself that she would stay until she found a gift to hand over at the door.
They weren't expecting her. She wasn't sure how to explain why she wasn't here.
I just wanted to be? She'd sound stupid.
Aradia mulled between the stalls of crochet hand bags and poked her fingers through the small holes.