Melita didn’t often wander into Halo – but with little change amongst the climate of Torchline, and no information as to why this was going on, the youth figured she’d make do, and meander in that direction for some adequate supplies – like a nice ursur-lined coat. If her homeland returned to normal, she could still tuck it away for safekeeping, just in case. She had enough goods to work with, a plethora of seeds in her pocket to haggle, perhaps, and a detour planned along the Climb thereafter if need be. So Fangorn, Sila, and herself wove their way through the village’s quarters, sticking close to braziers and trying not to wrinkle her nose at the way the cold stuck to her face.
What she didn’t expect, as she wandered close to shop windows and kiosks, was to recognize another. But there was Evie, doing something with plants! Knocking on the window (and probably jumping the familiar landshark rider – oops), she gave a less than subtle wave.
What she didn’t expect, as she wandered close to shop windows and kiosks, was to recognize another. But there was Evie, doing something with plants! Knocking on the window (and probably jumping the familiar landshark rider – oops), she gave a less than subtle wave.
