A cold wind whipped at Alys's dark, wild curls; even in Flowerbirth, the chill was enough to set the woman's teeth to chattering, despite her many layers. She cursed herself a fool several times over. She could have gone to Torchline or to some other, similarly warm clime, but no - she'd elected to see what Halo had to offer.
Alys paused in her trek to consider her options. She could turn back, hop on a skyship, and sail somewhere warmer in the south. But there was a certain stubbornness to the woman, and the thought of tucking tail and giving up left a sour taste in her mouth. She was not stupid enough to believe that she could conquer the tundra, precisely, but she was prideful enough to think that perhaps she could prevent it from conquering her.
In any case, the sight of another person in the frigid wasteland that stretched on and on was, if not welcome, at least interesting. Alys cocked her head to one side as the person approached, their hand raised in greeting. As they grew closer, Alys was able to discern that the stranger was a woman of similar height to her, with golden hair and mismatched eyes. She was a beauty, the stranger, but what caused Alys to raise her brows in surprise was not the woman's looks, but her dress: she wore clothes lighter than Alys would have expected, and the young woman couldn't help but wonder how the stranger managed not to freeze.
"Tracking?" she said by way of greeting, confusion causing her brows to knit together, the slightest frown appearing on her face. "I'm just taking a walk. How are you not freezing?" she asked then, a sudden addition that she couldn't quite bite back, her voice laced with jealousy and longing. Another burst of wind caught her cloak, and Alys pulled it tighter against herself, trying and failing to suppress a shiver.
Alys paused in her trek to consider her options. She could turn back, hop on a skyship, and sail somewhere warmer in the south. But there was a certain stubbornness to the woman, and the thought of tucking tail and giving up left a sour taste in her mouth. She was not stupid enough to believe that she could conquer the tundra, precisely, but she was prideful enough to think that perhaps she could prevent it from conquering her.
In any case, the sight of another person in the frigid wasteland that stretched on and on was, if not welcome, at least interesting. Alys cocked her head to one side as the person approached, their hand raised in greeting. As they grew closer, Alys was able to discern that the stranger was a woman of similar height to her, with golden hair and mismatched eyes. She was a beauty, the stranger, but what caused Alys to raise her brows in surprise was not the woman's looks, but her dress: she wore clothes lighter than Alys would have expected, and the young woman couldn't help but wonder how the stranger managed not to freeze.
"Tracking?" she said by way of greeting, confusion causing her brows to knit together, the slightest frown appearing on her face. "I'm just taking a walk. How are you not freezing?" she asked then, a sudden addition that she couldn't quite bite back, her voice laced with jealousy and longing. Another burst of wind caught her cloak, and Alys pulled it tighter against herself, trying and failing to suppress a shiver.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
