[AW] big fun! [snow ball]

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Pavetta had only visited Solterra once before and it was a very brief adventure. Nicking that nobleman's jewels on the road through the canyon wasn't exactly the wisest of decisions she'd ever made, to be sure. She had been a wild, unruly thing after arriving in Novus. Exploring, gambling, drinking (which leads to stealing a nobleman's jewels); truly tasting freedom for the first time. No Order to answer to, no husband to please. Now? Now she felt age and duty taming the fire in her heart. She felt steadier, older...she made a sour face at the word she searched for--boring. She couldn't be a woman-child forever, though. She knew that, knew her responsibility and duty to Delumine far outweighed her own selfish, childish tendencies. But it didn't keep her from dreaming of the nights under the stars in Denocte and meeting beautiful, mysterious strangers. No cares, no worries. But that was before the gods returned and their games began. The biting cold and the flurry of snow urged her to find shelter. The journey had been long and arduous--she had never seen such savage weather before. But it was her duty to know what was happening with the other courts. After ensuring the fires in Delumine were properly staffed and gathering her traveling things, a few guards escorted her and ensured she found the way to the capitol in the raging blizzard. They hustled into one of the capitol taverns, the wind screeching and snow sweeping in around them as they shut the door. Pavetta left the guards with hot drinks and assured them she would return when she needed their services again. Pavetta was about to scout out a hot drink for herself when she heard a familiar voice cutting through murmur of the crowd. "Asshole!" She smiled to herself. That could only be... "Bexley!" she wove her way through the throng of bodies, grateful for the warmth of the room and the fireplace crackling merrily in the corner. A flash of gold and flaxen; unmistakable cornflower blue eyes and an intriguing scar. "Bexley," she said again, somewhat breathless as she greeted Day's Regent, nosing her gently on the shoulder. "I'm glad to see you haven't froze to death." Too soon? Maybe. "I never got the chance to buy you that drink I promised back on the peak. Can I make it up to you now?"   a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

@Bexley hope this is okay!