Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-24685738-20141019191113

Elana made no move to stop him. A-Azarath... Was her only thought for many hours, until...

On the second day of Elana's new, self-imposed exile on the steps of the Chapel, an Imperial carriage pulled up. And a handsome young man stepped out, and asked what was wrong. Of course, she didn't answer. He wasn't Azarath, so she didn't care. However, the Imperial man was persistent. He sat down next to her, and talked to her for hours, trying to find out what was ailing her. She never answered.

Eventually, he began to talk about himself. About life in the Imperial City, about his upcoming coronation, about how much he wanted her to talk to him...

So, finally, she said, "Hi."