<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Parlor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Watching the storm<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Thankful for a peaceful respite, Faelyn settled herself carefully in the corner of the room so she would have a clear view of the doorway should anyone call for help and closed her eyes, slipping into the waking dreams of her trance state.  She thought longingly of her home land, a picturesque landscape untouched by the ravages of society, and covered in snow.  Then much to her horror, the storms came driving the wild beasts from their holes and into conflict with her people.<br/><br/>With a start, the elven woman's eyes snapped open.  She was covered in a cold sweat, and her breaths were labored.  Her eyes glanced over to the window to find the storms were indeed howling.  Hugging her furs tighter to her body, she made her way over near the window so she could be alone with her thoughts as she watched the rain, wondering how she would ever find definite proof that the storms were indeed an unnatural, manufactured effect excusing her of her choice to abandon her home and wander off so far.