Description
Maybe the affects of grief should have faded by now. Life went on, time passed, and yet Nimat struggled to keep up. It wasn't just the sorrow brought upon by her mother's death, but the gap between her and her siblings - half lost to the winds of distance - and the weight of responsibility that she ought to be taking part in. She wasn't sure why she hesitated. The Seeker task would be everything she needed, so why did she sit and do nothing, still?
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very rough and basic piece but... yeah. nimat's not doing much. someone drag her around to play in the mud!!!
Nimat & art (c) Zoketi