Times were changing, even on backwater planets like Altiria/Anarris where Kay's tea shoppe called home. It was Kay's home and had been for a few years now after her escape from her attempted execution by the Eternal Empire. Now the ever reaches of the Galaxy were making it's way there.
And she needed to go. The draw to run and hide was ever present. Her son Caedyn Arenais wanted her to move to Commenor where he could better look after her and keep her out of trouble. Yet she felt it too much of an intrusion and herself being far too much of a burden in the current state that she was in.
At least she had one matter laid to rest and that was of her late husband's spirit. It was safe and not captured by their enemies. So through that she could breathe easy.
But where to now? Her funds were limited, as were her transportation connections. She didn't have a ship of her own and certainly couldn't fly anything herself. But maybe something would come up...
As Kay stood on the porch of her shop, cradling a hot cup of tea in her hands, she caught the sight of someone familiar;
Tiland Kortun
. The old man loved a good cup just as much as she did. So she offered him a wave in greeting, just in case he was only passing by and nothing more.
And she needed to go. The draw to run and hide was ever present. Her son Caedyn Arenais wanted her to move to Commenor where he could better look after her and keep her out of trouble. Yet she felt it too much of an intrusion and herself being far too much of a burden in the current state that she was in.
At least she had one matter laid to rest and that was of her late husband's spirit. It was safe and not captured by their enemies. So through that she could breathe easy.
But where to now? Her funds were limited, as were her transportation connections. She didn't have a ship of her own and certainly couldn't fly anything herself. But maybe something would come up...
As Kay stood on the porch of her shop, cradling a hot cup of tea in her hands, she caught the sight of someone familiar;
