When you make a mistake with metal,
you can melt things down and start anew
you can melt things down and start anew
Winter did not touch the realms of Solterra. It didn't dare. It turned all other realms into a frozen desert, as all the moisture was pulled from the air and thrust upon the ground. Yet, adventure it seemed was never very far away from the shining city of Solis. Rumors of portals swelled across all of Novus. She recalls first hearing of these strange magical vortexes while traveling through Terrastella. The small mare could not deny the calling in her bones. It was the same calling that led her to Novus. Cordelia allows her thoughts to race through her fond memories of adventure as her short legs race across the firm terra beneath her daggers. Her cloak whispers in the wind as she races through the proud stone walls of the canyon.
It is the only thing about her that is delicate. It is her softness that allows others to underestimate her far more often than her size. The strangeness in the air is impossible to miss. The sensation elicits excitement in the retired adventurer who thrust herself to the precipice of danger without a dagger resting at her hip. It is these sorts of thrills that renew her love for danger and battle when she knows she should be more interested in her tea shop.
It is hard for an old adventurer to give up their old habits. The heaviness of the air does not ease, it swells the closer she draws to where everyone has told her about these strange portals. Only when she hears someone speak does she slow her approach. A strange light swirling from the center of the portal greets her eyes first, but next, she finds a rather unusual pair. One is nothing but bones full of shrubs, and the other is a fairly normal appearing horse.
Cordelia is immediately fascinated by the creature who is a literal walking garden. She can't help herself in her excitement as she begins to race toward them, with a jovial look on her face. Her approach is anything but threatening, although she will be prepared if it comes to blows. She stops near the pair, out of breath but her eyes shine brightly as she peers at the strangers.
She has not missed the comment the equine made about their plants. "It depends on the plants, but deserts are often harsh to greenery." She answers sweetly, although Cordelia has not been asked.
"I'm Cordelia, I like to call myself a herbologist but really I'm just an old adventurer who loves plants and runs a tea shop. Did you two just come through that portal? Where does it go?" She gushes, unable to contain her excitement. Even in her old age, she still musters the energy of a star-struck filly.
@Faction
I hope this is alright!
It is the only thing about her that is delicate. It is her softness that allows others to underestimate her far more often than her size. The strangeness in the air is impossible to miss. The sensation elicits excitement in the retired adventurer who thrust herself to the precipice of danger without a dagger resting at her hip. It is these sorts of thrills that renew her love for danger and battle when she knows she should be more interested in her tea shop.
It is hard for an old adventurer to give up their old habits. The heaviness of the air does not ease, it swells the closer she draws to where everyone has told her about these strange portals. Only when she hears someone speak does she slow her approach. A strange light swirling from the center of the portal greets her eyes first, but next, she finds a rather unusual pair. One is nothing but bones full of shrubs, and the other is a fairly normal appearing horse.
Cordelia is immediately fascinated by the creature who is a literal walking garden. She can't help herself in her excitement as she begins to race toward them, with a jovial look on her face. Her approach is anything but threatening, although she will be prepared if it comes to blows. She stops near the pair, out of breath but her eyes shine brightly as she peers at the strangers.
She has not missed the comment the equine made about their plants. "It depends on the plants, but deserts are often harsh to greenery." She answers sweetly, although Cordelia has not been asked.
"I'm Cordelia, I like to call myself a herbologist but really I'm just an old adventurer who loves plants and runs a tea shop. Did you two just come through that portal? Where does it go?" She gushes, unable to contain her excitement. Even in her old age, she still musters the energy of a star-struck filly.
@Faction
I hope this is alright!
