[ With the return of night, K'thisru and her other companions were given some time for a brief rest following the defeat of the Lightwarden, and for her part, she spent the time marveling over everything that had happened. Naturally, the return of night did not hold the same significance for her as it did the people who called Norvrandt and the Crystarium home, but even so, she knew that what they had done was a great step forward for their newfound friends and allies.
She has already resolved to continue looking for and dispatching the Lightwardens, as many that remain, and her convictions seem sound and unlikely to waver.
But as she stands inside the room provided to her by the Exarch and surveys herself in the mirror, she wonders how much she will change as this goes on. Taking the light from the Lightwarden was, and is, a necessary thing, but she cannot help but wonder what else might happen to her and her sister going forward.
But, standing here lost in thought, is not helping her very much, so she decides to pull herself from her thoughts and go out amongst the people: namely, one person in particular if she might find him.
And find him, she does, although it took a little searching. She arrives after he has placed his hood back upon his head, but he remains there still, head tilted back as he surveys the stars above him. She quietly makes her approach, not wishing to surprise or startle him.
For just a moment, she stands slightly behind him, also watching the stars twinkling above him while she waits for him to take notice of her arrival. If he does not, of course she will announce herself, but she cannot pretend that it is not nice to just stand still for a little while. ]
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She has already resolved to continue looking for and dispatching the Lightwardens, as many that remain, and her convictions seem sound and unlikely to waver.
But as she stands inside the room provided to her by the Exarch and surveys herself in the mirror, she wonders how much she will change as this goes on. Taking the light from the Lightwarden was, and is, a necessary thing, but she cannot help but wonder what else might happen to her and her sister going forward.
But, standing here lost in thought, is not helping her very much, so she decides to pull herself from her thoughts and go out amongst the people: namely, one person in particular if she might find him.
And find him, she does, although it took a little searching. She arrives after he has placed his hood back upon his head, but he remains there still, head tilted back as he surveys the stars above him. She quietly makes her approach, not wishing to surprise or startle him.
For just a moment, she stands slightly behind him, also watching the stars twinkling above him while she waits for him to take notice of her arrival. If he does not, of course she will announce herself, but she cannot pretend that it is not nice to just stand still for a little while. ]