She picks a spot just outside of the Inner Quarter during the peak of the day. The sun streams down through the thin layer of wintry clouds, shimmering against the patches of snow that have begun to form against the base of the trees and bramble bushes. Birds chirp in an irritatingly cheerful tune to greet the chill of Deepfrost, although they stay out of sight from her glinting dagger. It's a smart decision because she can already feel the bloodlust beginning to nip at her thoughts, prodding her to hunt.
A whisp of white clouds her vision as she lets out a huff of air, wrapping a sliver of fire through her chilling fingertips. The thick black cloak over her shoulders isn't enough to protect her from the stiffness trying to infiltrate her limbs, and she begins to grow impatient waiting for the others, glancing towards the shadows of the forest and the different tracks she can spot in the undergrowth. Without her shift, she can't quite scent what they may be, but she hopes there's something large amongst the prey. Her body already sits tense against the tree, ready to set out the moment the guests of honor arrive.
A whisp of white clouds her vision as she lets out a huff of air, wrapping a sliver of fire through her chilling fingertips. The thick black cloak over her shoulders isn't enough to protect her from the stiffness trying to infiltrate her limbs, and she begins to grow impatient waiting for the others, glancing towards the shadows of the forest and the different tracks she can spot in the undergrowth. Without her shift, she can't quite scent what they may be, but she hopes there's something large amongst the prey. Her body already sits tense against the tree, ready to set out the moment the guests of honor arrive.
thalassa
i came committed, guess i overdid it
