She's pulled into dock on the edge of the woods. There's no one else there, which isn't too unusual, just the edge of the world behind her, the soaring cliffs before her, and the forest spilling down either side like tumbling locks. It's nighttime, and she takes a moment to look up at the wandering stars. What this island loses on remoteness it makes up for in scenery, and the rooms carved into the cliff face are generally well-stocked. And free. A port without fees is always nice.
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Gren wanders into Liminal
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in a dark wood
Gren wanders into Liminal
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She's pulled into dock on the edge of the woods. There's no one else there, which isn't too unusual, just the edge of the world behind her, the soaring cliffs before her, and the forest spilling down either side like tumbling locks. It's nighttime, and she takes a moment to look up at the wandering stars. What this island loses on remoteness it makes up for in scenery, and the rooms carved into the cliff face are generally comfortable. And free. A port without fees is always nice. |