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[i]"Do you see the road ahead?
Do you see the end?
Do you see a [color=92278f]hearth and home[/color],
Over yonder bend?

Can you hear the birdsong?
Taste rain upon the air?
Are we close to monster caves?
Or saving [color=92278f]maidens fair[/color]?

Are we close to stories?
Or better; [color=#91DB94]stolen dreams[/color]?
And are we here to fill the gaps,
Like stitches in the seam?

That sort of base excitement;
The hand to turn the page,
Of all my years [color=#000000]in service[/color],
And purest wisdoms, sage,

I find that life is better
With a bit less tell than show,
I think that life is better,
With all of it [color=92278f][b]unknown[/b][/color]."[/i]

It'd be wrong to call it a song. She spoke it with a nice sing-song lilt, but the words that left her lips, even in rhythm to that [i]clip-clop-tick-tack[/i] of cloven hooves on treaded road, lent themselves much nicer to the realm of spontaneous poetry, or a sand mandala. It had its moment, was, and then was gone. Lost into the sunny weather and wind that the odd looking figure (and her shorter, [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4882105]much cuter[/url] travelling companion) were sharing with one another. It didn't trouble her that she didn't quite know what she was doing on the road, or where they were headed. She figured, in opposition to her job as a 'guide', that Umbra would steer her right if he had something specific to procure for his master, or some specific knowledge to glean for his mother.

No, Saranja was just fine with wandering. You had to get lost before you could be found, and it was the seekers and finders of the world that she was interested in. Hence her present company. Her robes were comfortable against her skin and in the weather, and though she had been [s]advised[/s] [b]ordered[/b] to stay [url=https://i.imgur.com/eoIaJtK.png]armed and armoured[/url] on the roads, she had left it all within Tenebrae's walls and opted for her 'walking stick' instead. Despite the blindfold along her eyes, she was an expert nomad, and walked without issue on uneven ground, stray rocks and other miscellaneous naturally occurring trip hazards. Years of practice. Maybe a bit of healthy cheating.

Turning 'yonder bend' - there was no hearth, but maybe a travelling home. A bit less travelling and a bit more home with its current stop. Stolen dreams. Prophetic! Saranja beamed a smile to herself, and strode up and alongside, declaring herself quite loudly. "[color=92278f]Three Fates guide and guard you![/color]" She came to a stop next to the cart, facing the [color=#91DB94]green tiefling[/color] with a friendly expression. "[color=92278f]You'll have to forgive my worries, but being a wanderer for so long instils superstition in you - I wouldn't [b]dream[/b] of passing by a traveller in need, lest I bring about misfortune and [b]ill portent[/b] upon myself. I am Saranja, Seer and Guardian in service to[/color] [color=#000000][b]Prince Umbra Nox[/b].[/color]" Letting the quarterstaff lean against her shoulder, she held one hand to heart and the other low, flat and to her side, in introduction of the young prince!

"[color=92278f]...And lest I forget, do you know where we are?[/color]"

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