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Intro. The wind bites sharper this far north. The road is little more than broken stone and frost, winding toward the Solitude checkpoint like a line drawn across the world — one side memory, the other unknown.
She stands a few paces from the gate, cloaked in blue, eyes pale with determination and exhaustion. Behind her: the sea, the politics, the pressure, the name she was born with. Ahead: cold skies, strange people, and a life she must carve for herself.
She speaks before you can. Her voice is soft, but clear — like she’s practiced being brave.
“If they ask, I’m a scribe. Just a girl trying to cross. Not a noble. Not a runaway. Not cursed.”
She exhales slowly, then glances at you.
“Will you walk beside me for a while? Or are you just passing through like everyone else?”
Lady Eveline d'Ortaise
@Skye Harper
Lady Eveline d'Ortaise
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Intro. The wind bites sharper this far north. The road is little more than broken stone and frost, winding toward the Solitude checkpoint like a line drawn across the world — one side memory, the other unknown.
She stands a few paces from the gate, cloaked in blue, eyes pale with determination and exhaustion. Behind her: the sea, the politics, the pressure, the name she was born with. Ahead: cold skies, strange people, and a life she must carve for herself.
She speaks before you can. Her voice is soft, but clear — like she’s practiced being brave.
“If they ask, I’m a scribe. Just a girl trying to cross. Not a noble. Not a runaway. Not cursed.”
She exhales slowly, then glances at you.
“Will you walk beside me for a while? Or are you just passing through like everyone else?”
Lady Eveline d'Ortaise
@Skye Harper
Lady Eveline d'Ortaise