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Taiia Mataan
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It had been all of this time, and still Laneya felt as if she did not belong. She had been ushered to join the Knights Obsidian, and had done so, but yet still had gone nowhere. So many hands she had passed from, and yet she was still nowhere closer than she had been upon arrival. She was still alone for the most part, still felt as if she were outside looking in, and admittedly it just made her want to go home. The only thing that kept her about, and kept her here was her talks with Vess whenever either of them had the time and chance to do so.
But when things were quiet, and there was time to herself, Lana typically found herself wandering. She had nothing else to really do other than practice the few things she was instructed for, and so she would explore. This evening was no different, and while usually she was quite good about doing nothing more than humming here and there, this evening the tune that vibrated from her vocal chords was aloud. No words, just a melody with a semi-melancholy feel to it, and with Lana not thinking one way or the other that anyone would be around the hear her.
Eventually she found herself a place to sit where she could draw little designs in the dirt with a stick. She didn't mind what it would look like to others, it was entertaining enough for her, and it was keeping her out of any sort of trouble...For now.
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It had been all of this time, and still Laneya felt as if she did not belong. She had been ushered to join the Knights Obsidian, and had done so, but yet still had gone nowhere. So many hands she had passed from, and yet she was still nowhere closer than she had been upon arrival. She was still alone for the most part, still felt as if she were outside looking in, and admittedly it just made her want to go home. The only thing that kept her about, and kept her here was her talks with Vess whenever either of them had the time and chance to do so.
But when things were quiet, and there was time to herself, Lana typically found herself wandering. She had nothing else to really do other than practice the few things she was instructed for, and so she would explore. This evening was no different, and while usually she was quite good about doing nothing more than humming here and there, this evening the tune that vibrated from her vocal chords was aloud. No words, just a melody with a semi-melancholy feel to it, and with Lana not thinking one way or the other that anyone would be around the hear her.
Eventually she found herself a place to sit where she could draw little designs in the dirt with a stick. She didn't mind what it would look like to others, it was entertaining enough for her, and it was keeping her out of any sort of trouble...For now.