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[Sylvan Sherwood]

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Waking from a long restorative sleep, free of the headache, Sylvan slowly sat up and looked around the bedroom with renewed perspective. The mere thought of what she next needed to do set her heart to racing and she knew if she was not careful the pain in her head would come back with a vengeance.

She stood, and shed her clothing as she walked to the shower, leaving a trail behind herself. Kathleen'll get it, she figured; Kathleen was cranky, not like Jasmine at all and sometimes it seemed they played little games to annoy one another. She wondered if Jasmine would ever return. So thinking she got into the wonderful shower and let the warm water go to work on her mind and body. It seemed she stood there for an hour, occasionally putting forth some effort at actually cleansing her body but mostly just feeling the high pressure downpour.

Soon enough finished, dressed, and ready to face the cold, Sylvan stepped outside and summoned her mount. Riding hard, Sylvan ultimately reached the Luna moongate. Stepping in, she directed the journey to Trinsic. There, as promised, she found the rune buried beneath the wildflowers. Gloved fingers brushed the soil away from it before she momentarily held it to her chest, breathing deeply of the earth-scent. She would have preferred to ride, and travel the way she was more comfortable and familiar with, but too much time had passed. Time was critical now.

"Sanctum Viatas," she murmured and found herself where she wanted, needed, to be.

The place was deserted, and somehow she was not surprised--but it seemed strangely right somehow. She left her boots at the door and went inside.

Sylvan walked around the first level of the home, smiling sadly at the home created in her absence. Each riser of the stairs brought to her more trepidation that she tried to fight back.

When she found herself on the landing, the fears and the failures and everything she had felt in the last months crashed down on her.

Walking to the hearth, she at first knelt before the flames. Eventually she sat, and after that she wilted over to the side.

And promptly fell asleep on the bearskin before the fireplace. Her last waking thought was, how familiar and comfortable it felt.