dreaming about another timeline // meditating with ares

AND NOW, WE'RE ALL TO BLAME
GONE TOO FAR, FROM PRIDE TO SHAME

Ximen. The name and the man with the name hardly came to her mind unless she really tried to dig up memory with him. Still, he was her uncle, right? That had to be something. She was an adopted daughter, the one who caused so many problems. She doubted that Ximen knew much of that. In some ways, she hoped he did. In others, she hoped he didn't.

Heterochromatic eyes caught sight of said uncle, and though she wanted to leave him alone, she also wanted to talk. Try and build whatever relationship she could with him. After everything, she needed at least someone who was related to Elsweyr. Mustering up enough courage, she walked to him until she was at a comfortable distance. "Hi, Ximen." She spoke softly, "Can I ask what you're doing out here?"

— Reggan