Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200103013728/@comment-5583506-20200105012442

A lot of days had passed since Kashya had rejoined the group, yet fewer were her interactions with the other members. Little had thus changed in her case. She kept out of sight and hearing, but remained nearby whenever Nyasia had made herself present, observing with caution.

She was however, one year older, having almost completely forgotten about her own birthday during Morning Star. Not that she had ever celebrated it or been celebrated. Her father had always told her that there was nothing special about the day she was born. That it was just like any other, and thus shouldn't be treated any differently. She didn't know if that was something he had said just to spite her, but she failed to see any flaw in the logic of it.

Further down the stony roads of the Heartlands from where they rode, there were fresh plumes of smoke rising high from behind the treelines. Something was on fire. The chilly winds carried with them the familiar scent of burnt wood