Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141208220620/@comment-5583506-20141218005955

As they exited the manor Myling felt even more lonely than she had ever done before in her entire life. Watching Rowan walking happily with his son by his side made her feel like her heart had been torn asunder. He had everything she would most likely never have, and if she were to have it, it would probably take her another three centuries of suffering. Anything until the Umbramancer had died off. And it had to be by her own hand, else all her memories and experiences from her former life would be lost and she would forever roam Nirn as a lost soul with no other purpose except for dying and being reincarnated over and over again. A meaningless existence...

Aldoran approached them when they came back to the group. "So, did everything go well?"

"See for yourself", said Myling somberly and walked straight pass him.

The young smith raised an eyebrow in confusion, but payed no bigger attention to the gloomy girl and instead watched Rowan's family happily reunite.