Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191215223703/@comment-5583506-20191216233951

Kashya thought it was for the best, for both their sakes. Where she was going she didn't have time nor energy to waste on a bard, and he would most likely slow her down or possibly get himself killed.

As she walked she reminisced about they days she thought her life would have changed for the better. A distant dream in which her father had had a change of heart, and taken her back home to grow up. In which she had been raised alongside her half-sibling and come to accept Tsavirra as her mother. In which she had attented to Baijan's funeral. A dream in which she had grown up alongside Kiro, until the day finally came in which he would propose. They would be married and start a family of their own, with Kiro following in his father's footsteps as a successful artisan. They would have three healthy cubs together, and the sheer notion of whatever this life was, was nothing but an insane nightmare. These things simply did not happen to people, and if they did, they'd have to be cursed.

Yet here she was, finding herself retracting her steps over and over, back to the point in her life where it had all come falling apart on top of her, trying to find out where it all went wrong. Not that it would matter now. There was no way to rectify the past, nor change it.

She didn't call this living, she called it lingering. Drifting aimlessly as the years went on, while clutching onto what few precious memories she still had left. But mostly her regrets, and the sole wish that things would have turned out different for her.

They did not put those parts in the heroic songs and ballads the minstrels wrote.