The rhythm of the carriage echoed through her temples. As tracks shrank and stretched behind her, the journey began to feel impossibly long. Esme herself seemed quite disheveled, shadows crept below her eyelids and her pale complexion had grown to become ghostly —
In appearance.
When she finally reached her station, she slung her carryon over her shoulder and considered for a brief moment, that she might not survive the walk without collapsing.
But her worries were quickly replaced with serious concern as she stepped off onto the —
With Tristan’s recovery and the joyful, busy nature of the guild returning back to normal, things seemed to be looking up for all the Phoenix’s.
However, Esmerelda couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that everything was about to change. She cursed her gloomy nature, refocusing —