year. God, how long had she been gone already.
Steeling her resolve, Powder steps firmly down onto the dock. She was back, and while still unsure about facing her life again, she couldn't keep away forever.
The airship shudders a little as cargo and people filter off of the deck onto the docks of Zaun. Home. Her city. She hesitates for a moment at the threshold, fingertips brushing against the polished brass railing. Maybe she'd just turn around, take off for another few months, a +
Life since had fallen into an uneasy repetition since Silent Hill, just one step ahead of the nightmares. To make ends meet, she found herself working a night shift at a gas station by the highway, not far from a city. The automatic doors slid open, and a customer stepped inside.
While out exploring, Alisaie had found a dungeon entrance she'd never encountered before. Now she hangs around the entrance, wondering whether she should find someone to party up, or just go ahead and explore ot herself.
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