Snowflake has lost touch with everything—her friends, her guild, her magic and even the nature that surrounded her being. Seasons passed and she had yet to do anything except remain in the same little village of Orchidia. The town had its perks, such as the massive grasslands and the picturesque sceneries before her eyes, albeit for a woman consumed by wanderlust, witnessing the same sights every boring was beginning to get extremely mundane to the white haired female.
The early morning sunlight, soft and diffused, gives way to the first strong rays of the day. In this light, water evaporates in slow waves, waves that eddy in the gentle breeze, flowing upwards to the ships of white in the blue above. The opera from the trees becomes all the more powerful, as if these golden rays are their conductor’s wand, and together they’re the song that calls forth the spring.
Usually she rode the distance or drove herself in the gig, but today she had decided she needed exercise. The female enjoyed the pull on her leg muscles and the unobstructed views out over the rolling lawns to her right and loved the wildness of the gorse bushes that grew in profusion all around her. Wind whipped at the brim of her fedora and fairly snatched her breath away. She was going to miss this town surely after she leaves though she doubted it wouldn't be long before she returns.
Rumour has it that the new demon incursions situated in a town called Astera and though she had practically given up on activities of such, it was her curious nature that brought her to the location. The demon invasion that she was involved in took quite a toll on her, not only physically but mentally as well. It wasn’t the fact that she felt frightened about the demons, but that she might have almost forgotten how to battle like she’d used to before after missing countless days of harsh training.