On a desolate beach, caught by a hammock, lay Catherine Aren - mojito in hand. The sun warmed the air and water, but the palm fronds overhead provided
just
enough shade to keep the temperature beneath them comfortable. These were vacations people dreamed of. It was perfect. Well, it was...
She figured she had fled far enough away from her dysfunctional family to finally get some rest, and for once, stop trying to clean up their mess, but the echoing voice in her skull was a rude awakening. Not to mention it went on
forever
. If it wasn't for her drowsy state, the message might not of come through, but her guards were down.
"Just when I get some shut-eye.." The mage mumbled, tossing the femur in her other hand aside as she sat up and let her toes sink into the sand. She'd have to respond if she ever wanted to roam freely through Kandarin, as she believed she should be allowed, and so, on an ethreal parchment, she began her very detailed, well thought out, formal reply to protect her personal name.
"Please keep me out of this shit-fest.
-Catherine Aren."
With a flick of her wrist, the parchment took off, headed towards the king. She had removed herself from the Aren house ages ago. They had no bonds. They did not grow up together, climb trees, or share secrets. These were strangers and nothing more, and so that's how she left them, the same way she found them; as strangers.
She laid back in the hammock, pushing against the ground with one foot to start rocking back and forth, and soon dozed off peacefully with the sound of crashing waves in the background.
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