the road less traveled
Two years.
It was a lot longer than she had been here for, and Willoughby wondered just how old this land was. Surely there gods here. She could sense them in every sense of the word. Where there were gods, there was longevity. There was culture and religion seeped so deep that time nary forgot.
"Nowhere in particular" the bard wasn't hiding anything, though. She knew that she had been a nomad for a long time, and lived in places with no formal name. Her parents, bless them, were in the wind now. She could never hope to find them again. "I traveled a lot when I was young... and traveled when I was older."
Novus was the first place she had remained in for little over a few months. "I don't belong to a court" she went on "yet" there was some hidden wisdom in that singular word "but the people here are nice. I like being unaffiliated; I get to meet many different types."
@Maerys / speaks
