Orchidia was the last town she had departed from, and now, it was the first place she found herself returning to. During the time she vanished, Snowflake had lost touch with almost everything; the world, her friends and her guild. She felt guilty leaving without a trace, not even a word to her guild mates. She was probably undeserving of the master position of the guild, but for now, she didn’t want it—she didn’t want anything else, other than to collect the pieces and find herself once again. But, what was it that attracted her to this mundane little town?
Whatever sort of business that the young woman had chanced upon there were to be completely incidental, like many of the other eventful things that persisted to trail her uneventful appearance. 2 years flew by within a blink of an eye and so many things occurred, she could hardly keep track. First off, her body was no longer a host to a demon. A part of her was in dismal that the demon that lingered within her was gone. It wasn’t dear to her—not the least, but the demon was with her through everything that happened, despite how it may have been against its will. Nonetheless, having it gone; it was probably for the best, for herself. Her trusted companion and the blade gifted to her was gone. Snowflake couldn’t keep Drago, she couldn’t be responsible of someone else as well when she could barely look after herself. The dragon respected her decisions and regretfully, they had to bid farewell over the cliffs and mountains. For now, the whereabouts of her previous companion was unknown, and maybe, just maybe, fate might bring them together again.
And, the breakup.
Out of all the things, it was one that affected her the most and broke her character. The poised, calm and collected persona of herself was tainted, though not completely. She was still the Snowflake she knew, but much stronger. Those were the things she thought about as she edged through the dense flow of people that littered the streets of Orchidia. The snow fallen yesterday crunched underneath her wedged boots, the air frozen lace on her skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand. The sky was washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. In some moments, she gazes down to her boots over the frozen sidewalk, perfect concrete slabs, flat and square, and in others transfixed to the interplay of cloud and sun above.
Despite the years that passed, Orchidia was the same as ever; the roads were still the same, the buildings patched with ice and thaw. Wintry trees stand as ballet dancers poised to show the world their grace, strength showing in how they remain so still in the seasonal gusts. She noticed these things as she swept her gaze over her surroundings. Her icy blue eyes hidden behind the hood of her cloak and her hands fixed inside the pockets, she trudged through the snow. It was slippery underneath her, so much that she’d have to assert some strength in her legs so as not to lose balance. She saw a glimpse of pink within the corner of her eyes just across herself, and her mind would wander off immediately. A short gasp escaped her lips as her legs slipped beneath her, her eyes spreading wide from the sheer of shock. Everything was in slow-motion, until her bum came into contact with the hard ground floor.
Crack.