[P] warning of winter

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - "Thank you." Pavetta stepped inside, glancing around and the beautiful room. Though the window was shut tight, even inside seemed hazy and smell of ash lingered. She sighed, sadly. The glass of the window was smeared with soot and contrasted starkly with the cheery floral wallpaper. She could still see the smoke billowing from the fires in the distance. How much time did they have left? Would they have to evacuate? Seek sanctuary in another court? Would another court even offer sanctuary in the midst of their own crisis?  "It's good to see you too," Pavetta said warmly, flashing her a brief smile. Regis and Anemone were playing quietly in the corner, looking slightly dejected. "Oh, yes please, tea would be wonderful." She could not remember such a cold in all of her life. And yet, the fires still burned. An eternal flame. "Not a thing, Eulalie. It is what I might do for you. You've been in my thoughts as of late. How are you? How are Regis and Anemone faring in the smoke?" She motioned to the satchel around her shoulders. "I've brought some herbs that might soothe any sore throats or heavy chests."  She glanced out the window once more, soot and frost and smoke billowing in the distance. "Many are suffering from severe smoke inhalation. I wanted to check up on you." She paused, a sheepish expression overcoming her silver features. "And to be honest, I could really use a friend right now, I thought maybe you might too..." When it seems all hope is lost... a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

@Eulalie