#thanalan

Back to the Beginning

The Desert Rose, at a crossroads in her life, returns to the Sagolii Desert to think.

Mismatched orbs of cerulean and violet gaze out across the dunes in quiet contemplation, the sun high in the sky.

She allows the burning rays of the star beat down on her, finding the heat comforting. She has a tour coming up and must decide on a set list and venues, but can’t seem to get the Highlander out of her head. His rugged good looks, the smell of his skin, the warmth of his embrace, and those eyes. Gods, those eyes.

Hours pass and the sun begins to set over Thanalan. A decision. The last time she came to this decision, she had essentially been left at the altar, but Fae’s never been one to give up. There were a few difficult conversations to get through, but she felt he was worth it. A hand touched the muscles of her stomach, eyes cast low on the horizon. She was as barren as the desert in which she sat, and that had been known to drive away men in the past.

She hoped this time he would stay.

((IC post of contemplation! Screenshots by me.))

An oasis in the desert, a respite against Thanalan’s harsh heat.

The Goblet.