She walks through the streets, shield over her back and sword at her side. You can take the woman out of the combat, but...
She's drawn to the candle making class, if only for something to do. But mainly she just explores. The food and drink are both excellent - well worth exploring. But it's the Sors Parks that hold her interest. She wanders alone, dealing with the cold as best she can - in part by bringing one of the blankets from the hotel with her in addition to the clothing. The beauty of the place is...calming.
Night One: Remembering
There is, of course, only one person she would think to remember. Her sister, Sarai, late Queen of Katolis. Doting mother to two sons, loving husband to a now-fallen King.
She places the candle on her own, praying fiercely afterwards, eyes squeezing back tears. Unsuccessfully. Not just for missing her sister, but her nephews, back home. She worries about them, now that she's here. And she misses them, fiercely. She'd tried to do what she could for them since Sarai had died, but...had it been enough? Her prayers are half apology to her sister, half remembrance. A plea for a sign that she's done well enough for the children she loves so fiercely.
Night Three: Unity
She cannot hear the music, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy dancing. Especially, in the past, the sort that let her hold a pretty lady close by. That was always fun, and she is an incorrigible flirt in that regard. Sometimes. She does take a turn with a local lady, before her slightly-scowling girlfriend intervenes, and she waves goodbye in a friendly enough manner.
But sometimes? Sometimes it's nice to just watch.
And, of course, she was on hand to watch the sunrise.
General Amaya | The Dragon Prince | Super OTA!
She walks through the streets, shield over her back and sword at her side. You can take the woman out of the combat, but...
She's drawn to the candle making class, if only for something to do. But mainly she just explores. The food and drink are both excellent - well worth exploring. But it's the Sors Parks that hold her interest. She wanders alone, dealing with the cold as best she can - in part by bringing one of the blankets from the hotel with her in addition to the clothing. The beauty of the place is...calming.
Night One: Remembering
There is, of course, only one person she would think to remember. Her sister, Sarai, late Queen of Katolis. Doting mother to two sons, loving husband to a now-fallen King.
She places the candle on her own, praying fiercely afterwards, eyes squeezing back tears. Unsuccessfully. Not just for missing her sister, but her nephews, back home. She worries about them, now that she's here. And she misses them, fiercely. She'd tried to do what she could for them since Sarai had died, but...had it been enough? Her prayers are half apology to her sister, half remembrance. A plea for a sign that she's done well enough for the children she loves so fiercely.
Night Three: Unity
She cannot hear the music, but that doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy dancing. Especially, in the past, the sort that let her hold a pretty lady close by. That was always fun, and she is an incorrigible flirt in that regard. Sometimes. She does take a turn with a local lady, before her slightly-scowling girlfriend intervenes, and she waves goodbye in a friendly enough manner.
But sometimes? Sometimes it's nice to just watch.
And, of course, she was on hand to watch the sunrise.