[open] from desert heat to cobbled street; any

[Razaranje]

A storm. She smiles and nods, not remembering a storm but deciding it was a good enough excuse. Yeah, I suppose maybe I was struck by lightning. She snorted softly at the thought. Maybe I have magical powers now. She winked and laughed then, unaware of the youth restoration she does possess. The Beqanna she was born into had magic, her father was magic, but the magical world she was born into was nothing like the magic around now.

She's glad for the welcoming hospitality of this stranger, in this strange land. She started to feel more at ease, letting her body relax a bit and shaking off the remaining tension. Well I'm glad I can be a source of entertainment, she smiled at him, her darks eyes lightening thanks for not running away or biting my head off.

The last good thing she remembers. She closed her dark eyes, forcing herself deep into anything her mind could conjure up. I don't know. I think I was born somewhere called the Valley? Razaranje opened her eyes and laughed, I can't remember anything specific, but I think my mom was crazy. She laughed again I think everyone was crazy.

She shook her head, black mane flopping around her green neck and face. Her dark eyes scanned his face, I guess I'll have to create some new memories. She sighed then, tilting her head slightly What's your favorite memory?

@ Ravin