Explore Halo. That was the command.
So here she is, all by her lonesome, facing the wind and the snow and the freezing temperatures with a nominal couple of layers of clothing, just to fit in. There’s a fur coat on top of it all, traded for some fresh provisions and weapons (what does she need other than her claws and her three knives, at any given time?) With a look on her face that says fuck with me at your own risk, the former Queen walks boldly through the outpost. Whitebrim. The people - the ones who even bother coming out, look like they’d kill their own mother if she tried to keep half a deer from them.
All she can see are hard eyes and reeking bodies inside ragged furs. There’s hardship here, and like her Lady said, why do the stay here? Why did they come here to begin with? Would they welcome her as a potential savior - now that the portal to another part of Caido is open? They’re free to go elsewhere. Or do they not know?
So here she is, all by her lonesome, facing the wind and the snow and the freezing temperatures with a nominal couple of layers of clothing, just to fit in. There’s a fur coat on top of it all, traded for some fresh provisions and weapons (what does she need other than her claws and her three knives, at any given time?) With a look on her face that says fuck with me at your own risk, the former Queen walks boldly through the outpost. Whitebrim. The people - the ones who even bother coming out, look like they’d kill their own mother if she tried to keep half a deer from them.
All she can see are hard eyes and reeking bodies inside ragged furs. There’s hardship here, and like her Lady said, why do the stay here? Why did they come here to begin with? Would they welcome her as a potential savior - now that the portal to another part of Caido is open? They’re free to go elsewhere. Or do they not know?
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