Not much had being going on lately huh...? Alisa barely even remembered what that felt like, between the demonic invasions and the ever present threat of an invasion from Bosco, which fortunately never came to pass... If it did, things would have certainly gotten a hell of a lot messier but thankfully, it did not, and the sculptress allowed herself to job through the streets of Crocus with a peaceful smile on her face, her feet splashing and sloshing over the many unavoidable puddles adorning the track before her:
"Feels a lot more pleasant than I'd expect though...", noted the sculptress with a cool smile on her face, taking slow, paced, huffing breaths, her full, tightbly bound bosom jostling in the confines of her cozy violet sports bra as she warmed herself up for the real workout to come. With a warm, tight pair of yoga pants keeping her long, shapely legs warm, with a body wholly prepared for far more bitter winters than these, the dark haired amazon seemed utterly comfortable in the chilly air turning every single breath into a puffy white cloud over her face, calmly carrying on with her workout without the slightest care in the world.
After the constant battles and threat of war, nothing felt quite as pleasant as just... Having the very streets of Crocus pretty much all to herself, with the overcast morning warding off all but the most outdoorsy of people.
"Who knows... Maybe the country will actually catch a breather this time...", she mused aloud, mubling to herself every so often, lost in her train of thought as she took in the sights of the closed shops, far earlier than any hopeful shopkeeper would bother opening them...