Full Circle

It was two weeks after the Dragon was defeated and Stormpoint – nay, Taeghas! – was liberated. The realm was safe, the people were free, and against all odds, House Fulcairn was victorious.

The city of Stormpoint was slowly returning to normalcy, but jubilance was still coursing throughout the city. Impromptu celebrations were still taking place.

Mara did not feel this exaltation. Though House Fulcairn had come so far, including herself, her heart still weighed heavy every time she went into the Astrolabe and Khorien’s old quarters. Though now proclaimed Archon, and the quarters were technically hers, she couldn’t shake off that feeling.

She was walking throughout Breeze Hill, full of thoughts. She could make herself blend in, thanks to her magic and cloak, and for that she was thankful. A journey throughout Taeghas would do her good, as she had to plan ahead. Not only would she reconnect the mystical ley lines to Stormpoint, but she wanted to explore the embryonic ideas she had thought of in the past. Most importantly, she had to find a reason to fully care again.

The glint of a store front caught her eye. It was a small corner store, with a small garden that had a lovely view of Lowpoint and Nesirie’s Gate. The sign, a handcrafted wooden child looking through a telescope, read “Moon & Stars”. Almost on cue, she spied a small telescope pointing towards the sky on the balcony above the store.

Walking inside, Mara saw beautiful maps, parchments depicting constellations, as well as ornate crafted glass to be used in seeing glass and the like. It was quiet, the only sounds being the wind blowing through the door and the creak of wood. But this place, it felt safe and welcoming.

Her eyes scanned through advanced cartography manuals, books detailing obscure celestial movements, and colorful lenses that when they caught the sunlight bathed the store in a multitude of colored light. She could smell light incense, and hear its crackle in the distance.

“Hello my child.” A voice echoed, full of sadness and love.

Turning around, she saw a father figure that by all accounts should not be there. Saying nothing, they embraced and held each other tightly as she could feel tears on her silver hair.