Nothing interesting ever occurred here, yet, the townsfolk seemed to be satisfied with the peace and tranquillity throughout the town, and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it was the sort of silence that her body came to crave somehow, after a strain of odd jobs that pushed her being to and from between places. The quest board was mostly empty nowadays, leaving her nothing to do for the remainder of the day, and thus, here she was – in the middle of the Baskan streets, wandering and searching for something that might pique her interest.
Over the past few couple of weeks, Baska had gained a huge number of tourists from over the country, including mages and the like. The streets were thriving with numbers, compared to how it was when she first arrived. The markets always attracted hoards of people who’d crowd amongst themselves as soon as the morrow drew its first sunrise. They’d bargain with the merchants to give up their coins for better prices, goods were shipped all the way from the high seas, and the temperament of traders gloated around as they load and unload their galleons. The stalwart process of give and take was busy as ever, and everyone lined up to keep it going, everyday, even on that morning, when a stranger with translucent silver hair gathered herself a crowd of stares as she passed by the stands.
Snowflake was no stranger to the town, although it seemed that people preferred to treat her face as a new and foreign one. Yet, the young woman paid no attention to the awkward stares but simply, decided to proceed onwards with her casual stroll. Unlike other people, she was dressed in her simplest outfit of the day; tight black jeans and a dark leather jacket on top of a white blouse, while others were all cuddled up inside their thick coats. Her attire would leave the onlookers with questionable glances, though none of it was any of her concern. The cold was something she had grown used to, to the extent that it wouldn’t have any effects on her body – not even when she was butt-naked within the vicinity.
It was of common occurrence to find Snowflake with her slicked back, high pony-tail in the most austere locations at the most random of times, and that wasn’t entirely made of her travel reasons. At best, the woman was a wanderer by accident – not because she wanted to, but it was almost as if her significantly awful sense of direction granted her encounters by chance. Her breath came out in white puffs as she exhaled, a weak whiteness flying towards the sky. The endless empyreans above was gloomy and dark that was evidently a foreboding warning to the trouble ahead, and when she tried to peek beneath the curling canopies of some decaying trees, all she could see was snow, snow and more snow.
Patches of snow crunched underfoot as she trudged through the freshly fallen blanket of snow and all that occupied her mind was wondering where the hell her feet were leading her to until she heard soft whispers nearby, and a low growl.