[color=gray][right][h1][color=C1cdcd]Lilliana[/color][/h1][color=C1CDCD]Mentions:[/color] N/A
[color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] Crocus Streets -> Guild Hall[/right][hr][hr]
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Lilliana had once enjoyed the outdoors. Well, she still does, at times - just not when there’s crowds of people around. Thinking about it, Crocus was probably not the best place for someone of that opinion, but that’s where she ended up. Her boots stepped calmly one after another down the street as her eyes looked straight forward. It had been a while since she’d been back to the guild - about a month, in fact. She hadn’t expected to spend a fourth of the time she’d even been in the guild on a mission, but it had seemed rather important, and she wasn’t one to forego an opportunity. She shifted the pack that was slung over her right shoulder. At least they’d got a little extra reward for it, not that half the contents of the bag were of any interest to her.

She was closer to the guild after a while, and stepped into the alley leading to the place she’d found to call her home for a few months. After traveling a dozen seconds or so she stopped and leaned against a wall, glancing back in the direction she’d just come from. It was somewhat routine for her; she didn’t like being followed.

It was weird that she considered this guild a “home” of sorts. Before she’d arrived at Crocus, she’d only ever considered one place to be home. Losing it wasn’t something that had ever crossed her mind - it was unimaginable to her. But she had lost it. And she had no say in the matter. It made her angry just to think about it, but she pushed the feeling down. She’d had her revenge - she ended the one who’d done it. But somehow, she didn’t feel reconciled. She didn’t regret what she’d done though.

She turned her gaze away from the entrance to the street, satisfied that she didn’t have a second shadow, and continued towards the guild. It wasn’t long before her steady steps got her there. She hesitated before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The sight she entered to was pretty much the usual - Leon and Astoria at the bar, several others she’d come to know the names of sitting amongst the tavern tables, and- of course, Gwen amongst them all, just as clothed as one would expect.

Lillian took the bag off her shoulder and dug out an article of clothing after a second - a comfortable-looking robe. The two of them had earned the bag of rewards together, and Gwen had offloaded it onto her on the way back, but she was hoping the other girl had just missed the robe and she’d be content to wear it. But the dragon slayer wouldn't wait to find out, instead throwing the robe over the back of the Ice mage’s head, and the bag over her own shoulder again, heading towards the set of stairs that led up to some of the rooms. She hadn’t taken the time to read the content of the few books they’d received - she’d have to do that later probably - but if she didn’t particularly like them she guessed Leon would appreciate the reading material.

She didn’t greet anyone, which was regular for her, as she ascended the steps towards her lodging. She found it interesting that it’d felt like a pretty short month, up until she’d stepped foot through those doors. She’d been away for almost an entire month. She wouldn’t recognize it, but there was a hint of relief in her as she saw the place was still standing. Of course it would be- the people here were strong. Then again, she’d thought that before.

She made to her room and slipped inside, dropping the bag by the door after closing it, and letting herself fall onto the bed. She lazily reached up and slid her mask off, stretching to set it on her bedside table with a sigh, before letting her muscles relax.
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