Amongst the countless bits of advice Miyartha's brother used to dole out, one of the few that missed its target was his warnings about being too conspicuous. It wasn't because she found him illogical--on the contrary, what bothered her was nearly opposite that. Trying to blend in, trying to fade...
Between her initial dash and the ongoing choke-hold, Miyartha hadn't uttered a word; the shaking in her prosthetic arm said enough. A layman's eye would assume the trembling was the work of subpar construction, yet a closer look put this theory to rest. No, those sort of shakes were nerves...
Deep within Aresenal...
One of the few things Miyartha liked about Naya Vapna was how thoroughly it made her not care for appearances; of the countless praises her friends heaped upon Cloud's Keep, she believed around a fifth of them. Though they reasonably took her suspicion as distrust...
As befitting the cradle of Arshakan imperialism, the Praetors of Naya Vapna did everything within their power to cultivate a population of noble birth and high prestige. More important than the city's livability was its' use as imperial reassurance; all those that would doubt the will of Ko need...
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