Timestamp: 3rd Fall, 513 AV
The mid-fall air was quite cool as Lorelai meandered around outside of the university. The building had always been a curiosity to her Mack had told her to stay away from wizards and their ilk. He was even wary about her using her gift from Laviku. Her hand slipped to her left shoulder, where the crashing waves of the mark currently resided. She had questions about so much. Lorelai wandered through the city just watching things, her hand on the hilt of her sword. There had been so much violence in the past few days that it wasn't uncommon for everybody to be on their guard. Ellie's feet had finally led her to the beach of their own accord. She always seemed to be drawn to the sea. Reaching the edge of the water, she stooped to fill her waterskin and take a swig. Canteen in had she stood, watching the waves, letting the surf crash over her feet.