It reminds her a little bit of Winter’s Crest, in Whitestone. And she would rather not have the reminder. Particularly with Vex and Keyleth both here. (Her feelings are complicated. So very, very complicated. And she doesn’t know what to do with them.) Her instinct is to sequester herself in the inn, but even there she won’t escape the festivities. So instead she goes out.
Into the snow and the cold, both of which she hates. But she has warm clothes and fur cloaks to keep her warm. Or attempt to. She’s always gotten cold too easily. Since that panicked flight from her home with her brother when she was but a child. Since nearly bleeding out into the snow in the forest.
She stays near the bonfire, mostly, soaking in its warmth and watching the revelry going on around her. As well as partaking of food and ale. A journal is in her pocket, in case she’s taken with the desire to draw what she sees. It’s how she’s documented her journey across worlds, and she’s not going to stop now.
She doesn’t always stay on the outskirts, though. Once or twice she is drawn into games or even a snowball fight. (It’s an unfair fight, given her skills, and she does use them shamelessly.)
🌿 In the shadows of the firelight [Bonfires and Brews]
Into the snow and the cold, both of which she hates. But she has warm clothes and fur cloaks to keep her warm. Or attempt to. She’s always gotten cold too easily. Since that panicked flight from her home with her brother when she was but a child. Since nearly bleeding out into the snow in the forest.
She stays near the bonfire, mostly, soaking in its warmth and watching the revelry going on around her. As well as partaking of food and ale. A journal is in her pocket, in case she’s taken with the desire to draw what she sees. It’s how she’s documented her journey across worlds, and she’s not going to stop now.
She doesn’t always stay on the outskirts, though. Once or twice she is drawn into games or even a snowball fight. (It’s an unfair fight, given her skills, and she does use them shamelessly.)