A lovely day in Baska Town – and a young girl with bright, silver hair would be strolling around the streets of the village for an early morning walk. Birds would be glorified shadows amongst the sunrise as they flew overhead, and the songs of the new day would be the comforting silence of a still sleeping city. The night before, Snowflake had stayed over her beau’s room and ever since her soul was transferred into her current body, she would receive nightmares whenever she would attempt to even close her eyes albeit, with Chelvaric’s presence, she was always able to sleep soundly without worries. Not wanting to wake him up from his sleep, the female had left the room early just to take a fresh breather in the area – a habit of hers when she was unable to sleep anymore.
There were barely any people awoke at this hour, apart from those who had to rush to their work and those who had chores early in the morning. The youth was still in her pyjamas and comfy sandals and thankfully, there hadn’t been any spectators to see her dreadful out and her appearance; unkempt hair and a rather exhausted face. She stretched her body and did a couple of exercises to relax her figure before she began to head back to the location of Chelvaric’s place to wake him up from his deep slumber.