Anju
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Floating cities, even modern ones, often lack important things. Most important being, well, wood. City parks and urban planning never could have accounted for an entire city going airborne, leaving firewood and lumber a luxury. As one of the few senior Dragoon left, Anju had coordinated for a small fleet of Skyships to be sent down to the Oerwoud to collect larger parcels of wood for those who still had fireplaces in the city.
She is not here with that fleet however, having been dropped off a few days prior. No, she and Riya explore the snow-laden woods alone, their bundle of wood tied to Anju's back with militaristic precision, creating a neat square wrestled into obedience. She is gathering for herself at best, but mostly she had simply wanted to get out of the city for a while. It still feels so barren, so empty. Devoid of all familiar faces but Lena, and with so much destruction still about. Though she'd never been an adventurer, Ludo and the war had turned her into one, and now it's the only reprieve she has.
She is not here with that fleet however, having been dropped off a few days prior. No, she and Riya explore the snow-laden woods alone, their bundle of wood tied to Anju's back with militaristic precision, creating a neat square wrestled into obedience. She is gathering for herself at best, but mostly she had simply wanted to get out of the city for a while. It still feels so barren, so empty. Devoid of all familiar faces but Lena, and with so much destruction still about. Though she'd never been an adventurer, Ludo and the war had turned her into one, and now it's the only reprieve she has.
and the strength you still keep inside
