City
City looks weary lately – like her age is catching up to her finally. Her quest to keep her youth, to rebirth, has been a long one. It has lasted two years at least; partly because she hates to end her reclusion and partly because she’s not found anyone with worth anything worth listening to. She gave birth to Padme up on the Mountain, on her journey for youth, and she would have died from it if she hadn’t been healed upon their arrival. She’s a gambler, apparently, and she won’t live to gamble another childbirth if she doesn’t do something quick.
The Meadow is always promising for company and conversation. She’s met many a fool here, but she’s also met many interesting individuals among the crowds here. Beqanna is a very diverse mixture of minds and magic, nothing should surprise anyone who’s lived here their whole life.
Her yellow eyes scan the landscape under the evening’s golden light, waiting for someone who might come along, perhaps the universe will deliver her with the conversation she’s looking for. She seeks information on what it is like to be immortal, to watch everything expire except you and others like you, and even more so, what it is like to be reborn anew like the phoenix.
rushed and filled with all I found
more, give me more, give me more
@[Sabra]
