Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-7262318-20190913051149

Shrava sat alone on the deck once more, as she had done for the entire trip over. Her thoughts flowed from memory to memory, with each one bring forth some feeling of rage. She could see the face of Delusul, his twisted grin and his smug eyes glaring down at her. She could see the mines, and the faces of all those that were seconds away from succumbing to starvation and death. She saw Morgus and the children he slew...

Then, something new came across her vision. It was only for a moment, a fleeting image, but something felt wrong. She saw the long ears and glistening eyes of a fellow Khajiit, but an unfamiliar one. She could not pinpoint what it was that felt wrong about this face, but...

Her eyes shot open, greeted by the unforgiving glare of the sun. She quickly shielded her eyes and took inventory of her surroundings. It was just her, and her alone, in her corner of the ship. No other Khajiit was there.