<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/02vo2Ug.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Rushiya shal-Gilyen </em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12958289#msg12958289)<br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>36/36</em><br/><hr/><br/>Rushiya's instinct to say something glib made her open her mouth before the more careful part of her brain processed what she had just heard. Going back underwater. Memories flooded her, despite her efforts to hold them at bay they swam through her defenses like a school of fish breaking around a predator.  She thought of the bright beautiful reef of her childhood, the beauty and grandeur of the palace she had grown up in and the books and the friends she had fallen in love with. She remembered her best friend and the man she was sure she would marry one day. It flashed before her mind in an instant, the shattering of her dreams when she discovered what her society was built on, the growing rebellion and the part she played in it. The death of everyone she loved and the chaos the followed.<br/><br/>Her hands, the way they shook after she had killed .... no. It was too painful. She closed her eyes and dropped her head, one hand falling off of the table into her lap, the other curling into a tight fist, her nails digging into the skin of her palm as she winced and inhaled. When she opened her eyes they seemed normal, but that was only because she was a triton and her eyes did not become bloodshot and she did not cry when in pain. Creatures that live underwater like her had never had the need for such qualities. Had she been human, tears would be drowning her pretty pale face.<br/><br/>Was there even an Anthoza to return to? What would anyone say to her if they saw her? Did they know what she had done? Would she be a hero or a traitor? A murderess or a liberator? Would their thoughts change anything of what she felt of herself? She could not maintain herself in the enormity of what she had come from. Too much time had passed. She had to say something.<br/><br/>"I don't have a home." She all but whispered. Unable to raise her eyes, she stared at her clenched fist, feeling and imagining, seeing and remembering the royal blood that had once covered it.