Anara Valnor
The Crimson Siren
With arms wrapped around herself Anwen slowly walked the snow covered paths of the park, deep in thought. As of late she had been drifting further and further into the tides of the Force; she even forgot to eat some days. The Force was trying to tell her something, guide her in some way, but as of yet she couldn't grasp at the message it was trying to impart to her. Day after day she returned to this park, to a particular bench, and waited.
The Force whispered to her, guided her steps and convinced her to wait hours on end in the chill air for something. So as had become her routine Anwen slowly made her way to the bench that was beginning to feel more like home than her tiny apartment. Dusting the snow from the bench she took a seat and closed her eyes, losing herself in the flow of the Force as her pristine aura pulsed in time with her heart.
@[member="Feena Mason"]
The Force whispered to her, guided her steps and convinced her to wait hours on end in the chill air for something. So as had become her routine Anwen slowly made her way to the bench that was beginning to feel more like home than her tiny apartment. Dusting the snow from the bench she took a seat and closed her eyes, losing herself in the flow of the Force as her pristine aura pulsed in time with her heart.
@[member="Feena Mason"]