Lauralae longs for the forests. She thinks about the place she had called her own for years, burying herself into those memories of greenery, of a beautiful world that was hers and hers alone, that she did not have to share with anyone. It had been perfect until it had been taken from her, until she had been captured and imprisoned and killed by soldiers that swarmed the land. Discovering a dhampir who might be using her powers was enough of a threat to them to have her in chains and that is something she cannot forgive.
Sometimes she sees it in her dreams. She tries not to.
"I do not think it is something that can be forgotten. Not if we lived it." Lauralae thinks of the dragon, the depths of the pit, the ritual, the blood, the monsters, and her lips purse just a little bit. She does have an air of innocence about her usually, but in this moment her expression is darker, a little haunted. Careful, as her eyes glance over at Rey and drink her in, curious and careful all at once.
She has never been the kind of person to share too much, especially with strangers; trust is hard to earn and she will not give it to anyone. She's careful as she speaks, her voice measured and soft, not sure how much to admit or how much to give away. She doesn't want too many more questions, not when there are knots in her stomach and uncertainties hovering around her.
"I died." That, at least, is easy enough to admit. "Perhaps you did not, but we may have been returned the same way that we were placed there, with whatever beings had brought us down. It would not surprise me." Waking up on the beach with an egg in her arms was not what she had expected, but... At least she is here, with Rav'ahm, with her egg, with the promise it will grow and develop.
Breathing out, she closes her eyes, just for a moment, tilting her head to catch the sun.
"Magic can do many things. I have seen it." Then she opens her eyes again, looking back over. "There was a reason - they wished to release their dragon. They wished for it to be free. With their task done..." She breathes out. "I do not know."
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Sometimes she sees it in her dreams. She tries not to.
"I do not think it is something that can be forgotten. Not if we lived it." Lauralae thinks of the dragon, the depths of the pit, the ritual, the blood, the monsters, and her lips purse just a little bit. She does have an air of innocence about her usually, but in this moment her expression is darker, a little haunted. Careful, as her eyes glance over at Rey and drink her in, curious and careful all at once.
She has never been the kind of person to share too much, especially with strangers; trust is hard to earn and she will not give it to anyone. She's careful as she speaks, her voice measured and soft, not sure how much to admit or how much to give away. She doesn't want too many more questions, not when there are knots in her stomach and uncertainties hovering around her.
"I died." That, at least, is easy enough to admit. "Perhaps you did not, but we may have been returned the same way that we were placed there, with whatever beings had brought us down. It would not surprise me." Waking up on the beach with an egg in her arms was not what she had expected, but... At least she is here, with Rav'ahm, with her egg, with the promise it will grow and develop.
Breathing out, she closes her eyes, just for a moment, tilting her head to catch the sun.
"Magic can do many things. I have seen it." Then she opens her eyes again, looking back over. "There was a reason - they wished to release their dragon. They wished for it to be free. With their task done..." She breathes out. "I do not know."