it was in a fit of uncharacteristic impulsiveness that lucienne took on the request to clear out a recently unearthed temple in the heart of dry, dusty thanalan. well, maybe it wasn't so uncharacteristic. not anymore. all her life luci has tried to be.. good, to be calm, and rational, and obedient, a good daughter, because her familial experience sure is a whirlwind - someone has to be the level-headed one, right? every one of her siblings is a handful in one way or another, and she had never wanted to rock the boat any further. she had never wanted to cause trouble, or inconvenience her already busy parents, or risk speaking up and saying something stupid and feeling foolish about it after the fact.
but now.. lately..
lately she's begun to change, and she doesn't entirely know why, nor does she particularly like it. her temper feels like it's growing shorter by the day, things that once did not bother her now find their way under her skin. well.. maybe those things always did bother her. maybe she was just too much of a coward to give voice to it, or even acknowledge it to herself. regardless, something is changing, and that's a little scary. a few years ago she never would have accepted a job like this, she never would have thought that she could be capable of adventuring, no matter how it runs in her blood. just because her parents are, and her siblings seem to be eagerly following in their footsteps, doesn't mean she has it in her too, right? that isn't how it works. she's just the odd duck in her family, and she thought she had been content with that.
but clearly she isn't. now she's here, staring down the ruins of an ancient temple that looks completely unsafe, and she barely survived the trip to the doors unscathed, past the golems guarding the area without. what hope does she have of making it through the temple itself? lucienne stands stiffly, dressed for the occasion, both hands clutching her grimoire to her chest, while selene flutters about her head, tugging playfully at her dark hair, trying to distract her, loosen her up, but it isn't working. her heart is thumping in her throat while she waits. she's supposed to be waiting on someone, but.. what if they don't show?
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it was in a fit of uncharacteristic impulsiveness that lucienne took on the request to clear out a recently unearthed temple in the heart of dry, dusty thanalan. well, maybe it wasn't so uncharacteristic. not anymore. all her life luci has tried to be.. good, to be calm, and rational, and obedient, a good daughter, because her familial experience sure is a whirlwind - someone has to be the level-headed one, right? every one of her siblings is a handful in one way or another, and she had never wanted to rock the boat any further. she had never wanted to cause trouble, or inconvenience her already busy parents, or risk speaking up and saying something stupid and feeling foolish about it after the fact.
but now.. lately..
lately she's begun to change, and she doesn't entirely know why, nor does she particularly like it. her temper feels like it's growing shorter by the day, things that once did not bother her now find their way under her skin. well.. maybe those things always did bother her. maybe she was just too much of a coward to give voice to it, or even acknowledge it to herself. regardless, something is changing, and that's a little scary. a few years ago she never would have accepted a job like this, she never would have thought that she could be capable of adventuring, no matter how it runs in her blood. just because her parents are, and her siblings seem to be eagerly following in their footsteps, doesn't mean she has it in her too, right? that isn't how it works. she's just the odd duck in her family, and she thought she had been content with that.
but clearly she isn't. now she's here, staring down the ruins of an ancient temple that looks completely unsafe, and she barely survived the trip to the doors unscathed, past the golems guarding the area without. what hope does she have of making it through the temple itself? lucienne stands stiffly, dressed for the occasion, both hands clutching her grimoire to her chest, while selene flutters about her head, tugging playfully at her dark hair, trying to distract her, loosen her up, but it isn't working. her heart is thumping in her throat while she waits. she's supposed to be waiting on someone, but.. what if they don't show?
maybe that would be for the best. ]