Coreene sighs at Verrian's question. I have. Things are... not good. Our people are surviving, and learning how to rebuild without magic, though it is slow going... She shifts uncomfortably. But they have grown quiet. The kinships fell apart; everyone only trusting their family, and sometimes not even that...
Coreene shares images of a Naucan city, and how she was treated with fear and mistrust when she arrived. There are people trying to change that, but their ideas can be, difficult to accept. The image of a Naucan, a soft-faced man in flowing vestments speaking to a crowd. They spoke of love and trust among the Naucans, but their words hid poison that few were able to see. They were so desperate to return to their old lives that they were willing to give up anything that was not Naucan. To the point where they would not tolerate those who were not Naucan within the cities. They would be forced into the wilds, or... well... they were not tolerated.
Coreene hugs herself tighter, as she shows herself and another, their face blurred by her mind's eye, trying to escape the city by cover of darkness. Then, shouting and running, from themselves and from others who had discovered them. They did not want to let us go. We were Naucan, and belonged with our people, they said. Flashes of light, the searing pain of a wound on her side, and the strain of running as fast and as far as she could. The images cease after this, and Coreene is silent for a time.