Bite my tongue, bide my time

Silent thanks were sent heavenward that her leg had set properly, she could bear weight on it now, but she was still not entirely healed from her ordeal in the crystal cavern. It was her turn to grow broody, her impatience at wanting to bring her family and pack home driving her mad as she was forced to wait, longer and longer. She wondered what was left of her empire, or if she should only call her family home. For the first time in a while, Lurid found herself without knowledge of the land she called home. Kichi was older and better suited for travel now, perhaps it was time to begin the house hunt. Soft lyrical tones gave a sirens call for her betrothed into the night, knowing his habit of patrolling. His insight would be helpful in at least giving her a direction to go in. The time was growing closer to bring Mirovis up from the ashen ruins they had become, but she needed to know what Alastor thought on it as well.