There's an art to life's distraction, to somehow escape the burning wait, the art of scraping through
Four hooves stomp in a discordant, excited beat, a simple joie de vivre overtaking the attuned for a short moment. It’s rare to see new faces here, rarer still to see new faces she knows, especially in Deepfrost. And that joy only grows as the other woman shifts into a winged and fuzzy shape.
I forgot you were attuned! Hester has been more than prepared to shed her wool for a more human shape, was glad that she didn’t have to. Snowcloak may be shielded from the worst of the cold, the winds that could turn skin to ice in moments, but that didn’t mean it was warm. With a bleat, and the clacking my of hooves, Hester kicks out, and begins to clack down the street, along paths that are so familiar she may as well have forged them. Its good to see you.
I forgot you were attuned! Hester has been more than prepared to shed her wool for a more human shape, was glad that she didn’t have to. Snowcloak may be shielded from the worst of the cold, the winds that could turn skin to ice in moments, but that didn’t mean it was warm. With a bleat, and the clacking my of hooves, Hester kicks out, and begins to clack down the street, along paths that are so familiar she may as well have forged them. Its good to see you.
Hester
