Farribora walked slowly through the small town of Achemehl, paying no attention to the world around them. The morning sun came through the trees in a speckled light that shone patches of early morning gold on the ground. They turned a corner and walked out onto the main road, the sun shone unobstructed from the east, and woke Achemehl in a golden glow. Many a person would appreciate this sight, even the tough hearted dwarves that Farribora hailed from. But they didn’t notice, they couldn’t notice, because their mind was not how it was meant to be.
As Farribora walked towards the morning sun, something followed them. No one could see her, but Farribora could. It talked to them, trying to tell them who they were, and Farribora felt a sense of familiarity, but didn’t truly remember. Orira was beginning to get annoyed.