lighthunter and her commander

[fordola]

[ It wasn't that the Lighthunter had become obsessed, per say, with the ability to fight the Light that stole Garlemald away, or so she claimed. The very Light that threatened to devour her soul, that roared in the loneliness and desires of her former Lord Zenos. The desires that devoured her mind, made her desperate.

And then she had been skewered with her own armour. And treated as if it was wrong... wrong to desire what consumed. Gently, painfully, she limped out - to go to Prastha, to report. ]

Ser. I apologize for the situation with the savage-- our guest. I simply thought--!!

[ Her salute was weak. She missed Garlemald so much... ]