Lizair Dawnbreaker was making his way through the garden, trying to get practice moving around again. His limp had grown less pronounced finally, even though he could easily feel it slowing him down. He was wearing a long toga-like robe to conceal his scars, which refused to heal no matter how much the healers tried.
He stopped by one of the bushes of glowing flowers, gently reaching a hand down to turn one of the buds up so he could smell it. He did always love the gardens, even if he was a terrible gardener. He glanced around, spotting the unusual being in the garden quickly. A Kelahati? In the Light Fortress? He shrugged after a moment. It wasn't impossible, after all.
After a second, there was a flash of light. A woman, robed exactly like Liz was standing next to him. "Liz, you need to relax. You aren't recovered yet."
He shook his head. "That's how I recover. I need to be ready in case I run into another nest of those things, don't I?"
He stopped by one of the bushes of glowing flowers, gently reaching a hand down to turn one of the buds up so he could smell it. He did always love the gardens, even if he was a terrible gardener. He glanced around, spotting the unusual being in the garden quickly. A Kelahati? In the Light Fortress? He shrugged after a moment. It wasn't impossible, after all.
After a second, there was a flash of light. A woman, robed exactly like Liz was standing next to him. "Liz, you need to relax. You aren't recovered yet."
He shook his head. "That's how I recover. I need to be ready in case I run into another nest of those things, don't I?"
