Rhiannon
Flowerbirth had returned to Caido with the rising of the sun, which lent its warmth to even Helo, melting snow and coaxing forth the meager plant life that made the tundra home. This particular morning was pleasant enough that Rhiannon had left her coat on the hook in the barracks when she went out after a morning training session, her toned arms on display in a tight-fitting, long-sleeved shirt and pants that were easy to move in. She wore a sword on one hip and a dagger on the other; after the events of Deepfrost, she had determined not to go without weaponry, particularly since her magic was weak, at best.
The barracks were loud behind her, with soldiers training for the first time since LongNight had covered their world in darkness. Rhiannon had been one of them, but now it was nearly time for lunch, and she’d decided to go pick something up for herself and a few friends. As she exited the palace grounds, however, she almost ran into a stranger. Dodging to one side, she blinked with surprise. ”Hey!” she said, reacting before she could think. ”Watch out!”
The barracks were loud behind her, with soldiers training for the first time since LongNight had covered their world in darkness. Rhiannon had been one of them, but now it was nearly time for lunch, and she’d decided to go pick something up for herself and a few friends. As she exited the palace grounds, however, she almost ran into a stranger. Dodging to one side, she blinked with surprise. ”Hey!” she said, reacting before she could think. ”Watch out!”
they say looks can kill and I might try
