[ nyssa's eyes open, pausing her meditations to focus on the wall across from them. ]
A mistake.
[ her eyes fall closed again.
nyssa pushes away memories of milkshakes and the freedom to choose her path. of dead lance women and the crusades that lead them toward warrior's deaths. of the cruel joke that is this world and its desire to rip the identities from people.
no subject
A mistake.
[ her eyes fall closed again.
nyssa pushes away memories of milkshakes and the freedom to choose her path. of dead lance women and the crusades that lead them toward warrior's deaths. of the cruel joke that is this world and its desire to rip the identities from people.
that some people refuse to let go of them. ]