Alys Glasse
Alys stood at the edge of the Sea of Glass, looking out over the black water with a look of awe on her face. When she'd first come to Halo and heard of the Sea, she hadn't fully understood or appreciated just how vast it was. But from her vantage point, it stretched on forever, a dark stretch of water broken only by bits and pieces of ice scattered in a haphazard pattern across the surface.
The young woman pulled her cloak more tightly around herself and sat - rather ungracefully - near the edge of the water, her legs crossed beneath her. She hadn't come with any particular goal in mind, but now that she sat there, she pulled out her tarot journal and turned to a blank page. There was something inspiring about the landscape, and if she could capture it, perhaps she could use it as a card one day.
So there she sat, hunched over her notebook, carefully sketching out the landscape, oblivious to the world around her.
The young woman pulled her cloak more tightly around herself and sat - rather ungracefully - near the edge of the water, her legs crossed beneath her. She hadn't come with any particular goal in mind, but now that she sat there, she pulled out her tarot journal and turned to a blank page. There was something inspiring about the landscape, and if she could capture it, perhaps she could use it as a card one day.
So there she sat, hunched over her notebook, carefully sketching out the landscape, oblivious to the world around her.
