get ahead of myself

it was about time she headed back to the mainland anyway. to return to Auster and see what Risen had been up to while she took a short break. really emerge herself in the culture of the empire. walk with the citizens. that sort of droll thing. Desdemona rose, shaking her coat free of sand and dirt before giving a nod to Deathbelle.

"no, I suppose not" she'd grin. no rest for the wicked indeed. turning, she'd make to go off. "farewell, sweetling. give my regards to little Banshee." for what it was worth. fate would be kind if it allowed their paths to cross again. without another word, she'd walk off with intention to cross back to the mainland.

/ EXIT