As shocked as she was, there was still a reason for her to go on. The letters in which she carried close to her, the letters addressed to the woman whom she had come to hold strong feelings towards, Bianca. There were other letters that were addressed to the man who she considered to be a close friend, though the time between the two of them had long made it impossible to believe that he might have still regarded her as anything more than a past memory, a reflection of a broken girl who had in the time since they had last seen each other, was broken and left shattered. Finn. She hoped to run into him at some point, though it was not clear if it could have happened. She did hope to reach out and find Bianca though, as the chance for running into her would enable her to perhaps give her some of closure before her inevitable end.
Until then though, she would have to manage, have to try to survive and exist within a world that was less and less accepting her and giving her any chance of actually being able to survive. One of the biggest challenges right now would be finding some way of getting through the night without going hungry or freeze to death. While the weather was beginning to improve, it was still far from ideal, far from what she would comfortably prefer to have as the conditions that she was forced to endure with. Rather than deal with it, she figured the best bet that she had was to go into a nearby inn. Often enough times, there were people who were either drunk enough to allow someone like Leyaria to stay there in their presence without much concern or risk, as well as there being people who might have been willing to offer her some sort of food or even have a job that might be listed in order to make some quick jewels.
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