Ingrid
The trip to the fangs was a long ass walk. Ingrid had to stop and take a breath eight times along the way, but she had finally made it. Even in flowerbirth, it was fucking freezing. The portal was in sight, and she was looking forward to exploring a new region and taking a break from the cold. Then, of course she spotted a teeny woman who was surely a traveler.
She's like a bite-sized bear snack.
Ingrid couldn't in good conscience let her get eaten, so she waved a hand in greeting.
"Just came through the portal, huh?" she asked, wearing her trademark smirk.
"Did you want some help getting to The Citadel before you freeze to death? I was planning on visiting the other side of the mindfuck mirror over there, but I can definitely put it off if you need a guide."
She's like a bite-sized bear snack.
Ingrid couldn't in good conscience let her get eaten, so she waved a hand in greeting.
"Just came through the portal, huh?" she asked, wearing her trademark smirk.
"Did you want some help getting to The Citadel before you freeze to death? I was planning on visiting the other side of the mindfuck mirror over there, but I can definitely put it off if you need a guide."
