Being -

"Where is your story?" Elias asked, shocked. In Aethelgard, being seen without a cloak was like being invisible.

"I let it go," she said, her eyes fixed on the way sunlight dappled through the oak leaves. "I realized I spent so much time weaving the past and plotting the future that I forgot how to simply be .". "Where is your story

"But who are you without your story?" Elias pressed. "If you aren't the Weaver of Echoes, or the Architect of the Plaza, what is left?" "Where is your story?" Elias asked