Winter 28rd, 512 Opening her window to the cool winter breeze, Miria greeted the day as the sea breeze blew by. A relieved smile on her face as she started the day right. Now it was perhaps time to try something new for her profession. Gathering the materials from the nearby wildlife proved to be tedious so instead perhaps others at Frostfawn hold could be of use. They had pets yes? Perhaps they can help her. True this Vantha didn't share the same love for animals like the Frostfawns did but she understood enough to get by. Her backpack light with little more then a few arrow shafts and her bowing/fletching kit weighing her down as she made her way to the hold. Any outsiders unfamiliar with Vantha culture found it easy to notice who was or who wasn't a Frostfawn. As the archer got closer to the hold the amount of people accompanied by their pets grew until the amount of animals overshadowed the amount of Vantha. Looking further she was able to see the barns and nearby stables that worded as a telltale landmark. She was at Frostfawn hold. |