Little Negotiator
To say Saria was struggling was an understatement.
The young Mirialan woman was beside herself with pain, her chest heavy as she tried to adapt to being in a new atmosphere. Even with a breathing mask, the weight on her lungs was a lot to handle. She had been determined to learn from the sages here at the new enclave and prepare herself to work in more hostile negotiation environments, but all efforts to focus seemed moot. She needed to take a breather, and quite literally at that.
Saria had found a secluded bench to sit and catch her breath, away from the classes she had been so intent on attending. It was ironic, she pondered, that she struggled so much in this new air when the Kel Dor were forced to do the same elsewhere. Perhaps this was karma for that struggle.
She just hoped she could figure it out.