— Lilhluma

sitting atop the gates of Lilhluma, Lilia brought one knee to his chest and watched out over the cold wasteland that existed outside of the city, something he wasn't always content to venture but he was already there. next to him sat the spirit of a crow, a normal companion for him, silent and settled on the cold surface. his mind seemed to be just as empty as his gaze as he waited for something that needed his attention, be it work or something else. if anything, he was tired but he couldn't really say that as soul tired was a lot different than physical tired, something he never knew how to explain to those around him. souls weren't meant to roam the mortal plane and he assumed it was some type of home sickness to not be there anymore; he figured he'd be dealing with that until the God's decided Haven no longer needed to exist.

sighing deeply, he tucked his face against his arm and closed his eyes, attempting to soothe that ache even a little.