When you make a mistake with metal,
you can melt things down and start anew
you can melt things down and start anew
Winter drew around her like the cloak she kept pulled taut against her shoulders. In a way, it was dazzling like the memories of her youth. It was beautiful to look at but painful to touch. Frost crystals stretched across the thin planes of her lips and crawled across her chin like the snow on the mountaintops. Her lashes dusted off the remainder of the crystalline structures as she moved across Susurro Fields. These fields were the last thing that stood between her and Terrastella. Her journey was not fraught with danger and creatures lurking around every corner. It was days like these that made her yearn for the days of her youth. The days that she would pull some horrible monstrosity to its knees. Hardly anyone believed the tales of her life that she freely shared back in her tea shop in Solterra. They doubted her until they saw the way she held a blade as if it were an extension of herself. Until they saw the way she leapt with prowess and manipulated her body in response to a faux enemy.
That was the thing about hunters, the fire inside was hard to kill. Cordelia did not know of any other adventurers who ever truly retired. Even she found herself joining the troops on their rounds, or sparring. Small, unassuming Cordelia with a penchant for all things cute and fashionable. Dawn crested the horizon in no time, and its warmth crept across her skin offering a welcome reprieve from the chill. The city of Dusk stretched before her, it too yawned in the early light of day. Steam poured from the rooftops, snow began to slide from their gently sloping angles. Cordelia was the daughter of winter, and despite her fondness for the heat in her old age, she still loved winter. Especially when it came to teas. Winter was the best time for her little shop, and the most fun. She would go out and collect the flavours from herbs and plants that felt the most like home.
In no time at all, Cordelia found herself studying the available herbs and plants near the markets of the Dusk city.
@Ard @Erd
I hope this is alright!
That was the thing about hunters, the fire inside was hard to kill. Cordelia did not know of any other adventurers who ever truly retired. Even she found herself joining the troops on their rounds, or sparring. Small, unassuming Cordelia with a penchant for all things cute and fashionable. Dawn crested the horizon in no time, and its warmth crept across her skin offering a welcome reprieve from the chill. The city of Dusk stretched before her, it too yawned in the early light of day. Steam poured from the rooftops, snow began to slide from their gently sloping angles. Cordelia was the daughter of winter, and despite her fondness for the heat in her old age, she still loved winter. Especially when it came to teas. Winter was the best time for her little shop, and the most fun. She would go out and collect the flavours from herbs and plants that felt the most like home.
In no time at all, Cordelia found herself studying the available herbs and plants near the markets of the Dusk city.
@Ard @Erd
I hope this is alright!
