"We are all just unsettled refugees wayfaring in pursuit of a place to which we may belong, but finding none...
Don't you realise that we won't be Home until we're gone?"
~
Lady Minerva's Chambers,
The Physician's Wing of the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
The Chief Physician rested her arms against the sill of the latticed and arched window that presented the aerial view of the kingdom from her elevated perch in the residential chambers of the Physician's towers. Her eyes were gazing yonder, considering the view of everything she sighted.
The darkness that enshrouded the land owed not their origin to the reign of the crescent-mooned night, but the deeds of the government that compelled its subjects.
