Still searching

Alexis snickered with sincere mirth.

She thought back for a moment to that very, very awkward night with the Odsier tribe where she had pretty much received an impromptu marriage proposal.
And now here was a go-getting Ozainae, offering her to come along on his travels, no care in the world but the next mile to walk.

Arcadia, land of unlimited opportunities.

“That is an offer more tempting than I care to admit.”

She actually meant that. If things were different, roaming the land in search of adventure would have been a way of life she might have found herself at home with.

But they weren’t. And even if it weren’t for a certain ancient relic at her hip, and very insistent voices in her head, there would still be a little sister to be found and, if she were exceptionally lucky, a spirited away K‘rull man to turn up out of the thin air he vanished into.
Bonds she couldn’t free herself of. And bonds she wouldn’t.

“Yet one I have to decline, unfortunately.”

She smiled softly, even though it was hidden from him by her scarf.

“I am still searching, even though I don’t know where to look next. Apparently I just don’t know when to quit.”

Alexis inclined her head and cocked an eyebrow at Izil.

“… I’d imagine you wouldn’t turn your back on your Sept on a whim either.”