Snarewood was by no means the worst place to grow in when she was young.
But despite a hall around her, she felt like the 'great purpose' to her life that many in the circle spoke of finding was not within the stone walls, or the looming forest trees.
Everything was fine. Everything was ordinary.
Everything was so still.
Your Curio’s Guild: Path of the Swordsman (eisgar) Prompt: 1/2