ADELITA

WARRIOR FROM THE EAST

A woman of iron and gold, steel and mettle, fight and fire. Adelita had come a long way from where she had started, bearing the world on her back at some points and at others merely shrugging it off and watching it roll away. Points of her life had come and gone, the birth of her children, the loss of them as they walked out of her life. The fleeting romance of a burning infatuation. Had it been love? Perhaps. Maybe it hadn't.

All of it had been life, plain and simple. Experiences that the woman had taken and gone on with. She lingered on none of them, moving on as she always had. Wasn't it strange, to breathe the air again, clean from dust and dirt, away from the work that she had once cherished so much. She was still flecked with it here and there, though... well. It had been a desert, she thought. It had snowed, and as it had, muddied streaks had run down her flanks, curling around scales and dragging through her fur, cleaning away the work she had toiled through.

The mines were in the past now, once more, and the snow had seen to that.

Now Adelita stood among the structure of an old building that stirred memories, and her horned head turned, glowing eyes blinking as she gazed upon everyone. Some were muttering, many were huddled. They were a people bred for the heat of the sun on their backs, not this chill that had swept down onto them, it seemed. Her legs certainly weren't really up for the chill, stiff in the joints from packed snow, and she stepped away to clean them, shaking a front one first, dipping her head to clean it out.

She still had to meet others, but for now, she had to restore her legs to a more proper functioning order before she could do that. Part of her longed for her metal magic, so she could clean them efficiently, but hard labor was something she never really complained about, having done it most of her life up to this point.