Bast
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A once prideful priestess of an ancient and devout cult, now the last vestige of her ancient faith. She wanders in hope of finding new purpose, sharing her arts as a healer, burdened by unspoken sins.
To hide in the homeland of the people that waged war upon your own... it is a strange thing, but a necessity. Bast didn't mind, of course - the people themselves, they were kind enough, and couldn't be blamed for the fall of Q'viya. She felt safe, shrouded in dense layers of overlapping cloth over old, tattered silk.
Q'viyani - the people of the desert - weren't uncommon in these parts. No one would pay her any mind, she thought. The bustling tavern was an affront to the senses - rancorous laughter, the stench of roasted meat and smoke, and the strumming of instruments somewhere in the clamour. It was... oddly soothing - a small reminder of home, as she found an empty place to sit.
Q'viyani - the people of the desert - weren't uncommon in these parts. No one would pay her any mind, she thought. The bustling tavern was an affront to the senses - rancorous laughter, the stench of roasted meat and smoke, and the strumming of instruments somewhere in the clamour. It was... oddly soothing - a small reminder of home, as she found an empty place to sit.