it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
The festival of lights was on it's way, and soon to be hosted in her new city. The citadel, a place she'd come to love over the past couple days. A place she'd quickly made comfortable, moving in to the barracks and taking on her role as a Deepfrost Shield. She'd even gotten to hold a training session, inviting anyone who wanted to join her to work on sword fighting techniques with her and some of her fellow soldiers.
Things were going well, so why not indulge in the festivities? She'd traded for some lantern supplies in Snowcloak and was on her way home to the barracks to put something together, something she could send off into the frigid skies above that would burn long into the night. And perhaps something darker, more bitter than that.
Things were going well, so why not indulge in the festivities? She'd traded for some lantern supplies in Snowcloak and was on her way home to the barracks to put something together, something she could send off into the frigid skies above that would burn long into the night. And perhaps something darker, more bitter than that.
AISHA
