[h3]Narkissa Langdon[/h3]


[@Rune_Alchemist] [@PKMNB0Y]

Narkissa wasn’t too picky about quality wood. She was just going to build a basic frame, after all, not a precision instrument or timber for an actual wood frame house. Even so, finding wood that suited her tastes –which paradoxically still remained at a high standard—took her a while. It was only after became fed up on her own that she found something that suited her task after asking some of the villagers. 

Very conveniently, it was an actual lumber gathering site. Small, yes, but complete with all the basic tools that she needed, minus the convenient electric saw to reduce logs to nice uniform planks. She knew she couldn’t win it all, though, so she picked up an idle hand axe and got to work, grateful for her newfound youthful body. 

It didn’t take long for her to realize that she had company, though, although she had to question the wisdom of anybody trying to sneak up on and attack anybody that was brandishing a handaxe. Thankfully, she realized it wasn’t a cultist on a misguided attack, but a friendly face.

“Oh, Lazhira! Fancy seeing you here,” she greeted, before giving the girl a bit of a questioning look. Despite her own words, she doubted she’d run into her here by coincidence, and indeed she wasn’t, as she quickly realized.

“It was pretty obvious from the start, yeah,” she agreed, before setting down the axe against a nearby log. “I can’t say I’m that busy since this is a bit of a side project… I do appreciate the trust you’ve put on me, though.” They’d only known each other for a few days, after all, so really, she was flattered.

“Ah, yes, the Illuminator is your dad—wait, what!?” Of all the secrets that Narkissa thought Lazhira was going to hit her with, that one was not what she expected. Wow, was she actually in the story of some ancient Greek legend? The new information made a lot of things make sense, though, but at the same time, it changed just about everything. 

“Err… does that make you a demigod, then?” She couldn’t help but to open with that line, but immediately moved to rub her temple with her fingers. “Well, that explains why he wants you back so much.” She coughed. “What’s your story, then?”