Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140130024253

Anwen sang as she drove. The need for music was returning. She was steadying as her system became more used to the disease which now was becoming a symbiotic part of her, rather than a parasitic one. Her moon cycles had ceased and with them the fatigue and the pain. She was more at peace with the beast inside.

It was good to be back in her homeland. She smiled and waved at travelers on the road and feasted her eyes upon the beautiful forests of Falkreath Hold.