Luvena
“She is,” Luvena replied gently. “She reminds me so much of myself when I was younger. Though she has far more energy than I ever did unsurprisingly. She’s been scarred, but she still has so much hope for the world. She’s helped me get my hope back.” She thought to the news that her son was alive. That he was here, somewhere.
“Oh i’m sure I won’t be able to” she laughed. “That will always be a part of me. But so is this. I was a princess long before I was a healer. And a queen, and a judge. It is a duty I was born for, and told I could never do. But I always knew fate would push me into it. And Israfel can be very loving when she so chooses.”
She looked at him, with a somewhat hard expression. “Oh if it’s work you’re looking for you will most certainly get it. I’ve never seen a busier medic scene than Novus. The people here seem to have a knack for being sliced and diced.”
She paused. “And yet you seem to have come here to spill them. Go on then” she tilted her head at him. “We’ve all our fair share. No use bottling them up like a jar of preserves.”
@Gareth
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