[Over the years Reya has amassed a fortune in jewelry, and had to sell off every single non-magical piece she's ever owned to finance one expedition or another to save some town or prisoner or druid grove or bauble. There's very little for her to call her own, and for the most part she's okay with this.
Just sometimes, when she sees a mother buying a nice necklace for her daughter, there's a part of her that aches a little.
Shaking that off, she sees another woman in garb similar to hers standing at the same table, though her clothes lack the bright primary colors whoever had designed her magical robe had decided to give it. Some days she worried being a wizard made you colorblind.]
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Just sometimes, when she sees a mother buying a nice necklace for her daughter, there's a part of her that aches a little.
Shaking that off, she sees another woman in garb similar to hers standing at the same table, though her clothes lack the bright primary colors whoever had designed her magical robe had decided to give it. Some days she worried being a wizard made you colorblind.]
Amazing what people just give away sometimes.