Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Mayferria, two weeks after her mind wipe.
Alexandra, no Jenna made her way through the crowd as she walked, cloak pulled tight as she pushed through the crowds of immigrants in the city she worked in, her eyes staring at the doorway into the small apartment she had gotten into. Things were going right and the woman she had met, this [member="Tricia"] didn't even have to be in constant company of her as she adjusted to normal life. It had taken a few days to get adjusted, and now she worked and lived her days simply.
Even then she sat down and breathed in as she drank some tea she had set on the stove before leaving, her home had archaic looking living items in it, but she liked it that way. She didn't know why but the look of old things was something that struck her as a good thing, so she stuck with it and got those things together into her little home. The only thing she had not been able to figure out though was her constant companion who refused to do anything but follow her around, he perplexed her and even now watched her from the shadows, not much good it did with the oddly pure white cloak.
The Small wolf even seemed to act like a conscious for her, learning she was able to kick someone's ass without thinking, her body just moving. She had wanted to knock the guy silly once she figured it out but he was there in an instant and he somehow spoke in her mind, telling her that she wasn't being herself. So she let the man that had tried to mug her or worse go. An odd being that wolf... "Dinner wolfy.." His voice sounded immediatly as he corrected her. 'Daeda... the name is daeda...' He never explained she had given him the name, nor did he mean to, it was for her to ask if she ever did.
[member="Darth Tsolan"]
Alexandra, no Jenna made her way through the crowd as she walked, cloak pulled tight as she pushed through the crowds of immigrants in the city she worked in, her eyes staring at the doorway into the small apartment she had gotten into. Things were going right and the woman she had met, this [member="Tricia"] didn't even have to be in constant company of her as she adjusted to normal life. It had taken a few days to get adjusted, and now she worked and lived her days simply.
Even then she sat down and breathed in as she drank some tea she had set on the stove before leaving, her home had archaic looking living items in it, but she liked it that way. She didn't know why but the look of old things was something that struck her as a good thing, so she stuck with it and got those things together into her little home. The only thing she had not been able to figure out though was her constant companion who refused to do anything but follow her around, he perplexed her and even now watched her from the shadows, not much good it did with the oddly pure white cloak.
The Small wolf even seemed to act like a conscious for her, learning she was able to kick someone's ass without thinking, her body just moving. She had wanted to knock the guy silly once she figured it out but he was there in an instant and he somehow spoke in her mind, telling her that she wasn't being herself. So she let the man that had tried to mug her or worse go. An odd being that wolf... "Dinner wolfy.." His voice sounded immediatly as he corrected her. 'Daeda... the name is daeda...' He never explained she had given him the name, nor did he mean to, it was for her to ask if she ever did.
[member="Darth Tsolan"]