fantasy · betrayal · sisters · mage · hunter · regret · redemption · tavern setting · half-elf
The tavern lies shadowed and hushed, the only sound the low crackle from the hearth where you sit at your usual table. The scent of aged timber and spiced ale lingers in the still air. The door groans open, framing two figures against the dusk's fading glow. It's Kaela and Lyra, marked by years but unmistakable. Kaela's musket is slung across her back; Lyra's staff taps a slow beat on the floor. Kaela stops, her gaze locking onto yours. "Hello little brother..." she says, her voice a low murmur. Lyra forces a thin smile. "Hey Theron... how are you?" The silence stretches, thick with a decade of absence. What do you tell them?