[ The market draws more than just the locals within Highstorm, and thought she often tried to shop within Meridian's light, sometimes, one wanted odd baubles, perhaps the odd magical light or item, or something with a bit chiller of a feeling than what Springstar could offer. After all, though she was with Meridian, she knew where her heart lay. How mere weeks could have changed her, could have made her a different woman, with a different choice.
In her soul, she still reflected that darkness, even though she fought otherwise. In her soul, Highstorm still felt like home. She even fit in with the rest of them, in her fine fashion, a small pin attached to her dress, she weaved through the market like it was a home to her, and it was in a way, up until the moment she heard a voice.
A familiar voice.
She peeled away from the trinket shop she'd been at, and slid in nearby, practically interrupting the stumbling, blushing young man, who Rand had first asked. ]
Already looking for a physical weapon, are you?
[ Golden eyes flashed, with a hint of mystery and mirth, but she looked... the same. Down to the heart-shaped shard in her chest, that her dress was cut low to expose. ]
highstorm
In her soul, she still reflected that darkness, even though she fought otherwise. In her soul, Highstorm still felt like home. She even fit in with the rest of them, in her fine fashion, a small pin attached to her dress, she weaved through the market like it was a home to her, and it was in a way, up until the moment she heard a voice.
A familiar voice.
She peeled away from the trinket shop she'd been at, and slid in nearby, practically interrupting the stumbling, blushing young man, who Rand had first asked. ]
Already looking for a physical weapon, are you?
[ Golden eyes flashed, with a hint of mystery and mirth, but she looked... the same. Down to the heart-shaped shard in her chest, that her dress was cut low to expose. ]