The horsewoman was more or less trying to learn about this whole… trance business. It all seemed a bit silly, meditating, going to look at futures that might never even happen. Looking into the past just to have memories. Soren had turned Lan onto the idea but she was still wary. Not to mention she just was not sure if she could handle seeing him again. If she could possibly even thing to handle seeing her dead mother and father. She had a future back then but now? Everything was uncertain. Trance or no, she needed to learn of the death clan, and their ways.
Just why she’d gone to their ‘part’ scroll and ink in hand to record her learnings. Her makini trotting at her feet, the horsewoman looked around the camp a bit lost. She wasn’t sure who to go to. An ashen warrior? A guardian, (well maybe not them given how little they talked)? A priestess? Holding her breath, she went to the nearest horsewoman she could find. “Excuse me, I’m Lan of conquest.” This was awkward. “I was hoping there might be someone who might be able to teach me about the death clan?”
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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