[i][u]Cosmodrome, Forgotten Shore, Crack of Dawn[/u][/i] [i]The snow, cold between my toes and bringing memories of old times and of my soon to be home. I wander to the edge of the shore and reach my hand down to feel the cold arctic sea. I pull my hands out and shiver, my hair frilling up at the coldness. I looked to the sky and sighed, this used to be home, used to be my safe place. I still recognize the scents, the feelings flying about, but it all seems so unsafe now. I sit down and let the wind carry my hair, I close my eyes and begin to pray, my markings glowing, escaping reality on a spiritual level[/i] [spoiler]Open RP, character:Aerile[/spoiler]