tomorrow we fight.

ASHE    The bakery was easy to find. Ashe had never met Amalia before the storms, but it became increasingly clear that it was ridiculous she hadn't. She was well known in the community, mostly among Naturals, and she had directions to her shop after only a few minutes of searching.    Her gut gave an uncomfortable twist as she walked through the front door, the scent of mouth-watering baked goods wrapping around her. She had asked after Amalia since the rescue, but she'd been apprehensive about stopping in herself. After her time with Kiada, she knew Jigano had been forthcoming to his friends about what Ashe so stupidly shared with him last year. If they were close, she almost certainly hated the wolf.    She still couldn't stay away. She tried to leave the feline be, but that lightning had struck her in helping the once-assassin -- a fact that rubbed her very much the wrong way. Lighting was hers. That was her element, her very lifeblood. Storms filled her lungs, the beat of her heart was thunder. Not out there, though. Out there, the storms were traitorous, unpredictable, and without discrimination. She liked to think she could have redirected that bolt that hit Amalia, but her magic had not exactly been reliable in that hellstorm.    The she-wolf paused in the center of the shop, golden sunlight filtering in motes through the windows. It was quiet, a thing she was still getting used to after months of roaring wind and thunder. She took a slow breath, pulling at the loose threads on her royal blue cloak -- ragged and in tatters at its ends after her excursion. "Hello?" when you first see her, she will be light refracted, splintered divinity, some unlovely portrait of a goddess misremembered.