{SE} until you're in my arms again

Cordelia

let us go
where the wild things grows

She winces, clutching the mug to her chest, holding her breath as she kept her eyes locked on the dragon. Much like he did, her eyes didn't leave it until it was long gone. Dragons were always a risk, but the thought of dealing with one of them on top of everything else was too much for the hunter. "Like I said... Bad winter ahead." Cordelia mutters, taking a sip of her cider in an attempt to soothe her nerves. It doesn't help all that much. It's something, though.

Cordelia sighs, setting her cup down and returning her attention to the lantern before her, starting to piece it together, "To answer your question... I am a hunter. Corelia Limore. I don't think I properly introduced myself." Her father was well known, after trading in town and organizing hunting parties. Parties that she was typically a part of.

let us go
where time runs slow

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