It was eleven months ago that Nyssa was 'sprung' from her prison as it were, a debt she wasted little time in repaying, and ever since she has called the small town of Mystic Falls home. There was understandably a period of adjustment given an entire century had come and gone while the Ferryman's daughter was trapped in what so many called 'Hell'. She wondered at what they would have thought about the real one...a place she only glimpsed through one of her father's journeys.?
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She walked around the town square with raven hair spilling down her back coming within inches of her waist. Giving the appearance of a young woman in her twenties, she wore a form fitting white tank top with a a black broomstick skirt and matching black boots with a bit of a heel.?
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There were fleeting moments when 'checking in' on those she resurrected but decided to leave things as they were instead of risking stirring anything up. Some might be grateful while others might lash out because of fear assuming they even remembered her at all. It was possible those who were witches might have a clearer memory of those moments before rejoining the world of the living. As for the rest it might feel more like deja vu if they saw her again.?
Kat