Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-28358106-20170203221457

Cyndwella has been up for some time. In truth, she never went to sleep. All night she leaned on her elbow by the windowsill, watching the night sky as the clock counted out the hours. The deep darkness of the night is the closest thing she has to the darkness of her home realm, where she reigns supreme as a Queen of the Void.

But here, she is nothing. Nothing but a guest of the house of Jaghund. For a mortal, it would be an honor, but for Cyndwella, it is aching boredom. Not just boredom, but aching boredom compounded by her being severed from her realm, the Memento Mori. Outside of the Void, far from the Mori, food tastes bland, sensations are different, and the joys of life mean little, for in the Memento Mori, none are alive. The unrestrained joys of eternity and the dark, unbridled passions of the Realm of the Void King are far from this place, just beyond her reach.

She sits near the window, longing for home, when Marcus opens the door. She looks over, unmoving.

"Yes, I'm coming," she sighs. "Might as well. Just give me a minute." She looks back out the window.