#also my brain is FRIED sorry if this ficlet is????????? incoherent

[tinytveit]

a realm reborn - 

often she would traipse out past the aetheryte at quarrymill to the little campfire inside the giant log, jehantel teaching her another song or the like. after the garlean threat had been dealt with at the praetorium, and her teacher had nothing left to offer her, she would still find herself wandering out there to sit with him. perhaps it calmed her, a quiet moment amidst the storm.