Risa was kicking herself. Metaphorically, for the ice had locked in her ship the day she planned to set sail and outrun it. Beaching the thing was hard enough even with the help of the Deks who were likewise preparing the bay. The water tarps would now have to hold a winter off, even as Risa positioned them to give snow the least chance of piling up onto them. She had lingered a few hours later as well, huddled beneath the tarps even as cold air blew in from the north.
She missed her ship already. The long trek up the mountain had frozen her legs and she was lucky to make it through the pass with the Deks before it was closed for the reason. The looming stone doors of Wind Reach looked like tombs, a place Risa would find herself locked into for the next few months. It was a little scary, Risa hadn't spent more than a week in the town in one stay in all her time at Wind Reach. How was she going to spend months?
Risa was kicking herself. Literally, it would seem, as she brushed her legs against each other in a feeble attempt to get warm. She grumbled to herself as she moved towards the commons, to find the room Kaden told her would be there for her rank. The bedrooms for Avora were nice in their own rights, spacious, but Risa felt the title threatened. She was no longer useful to the Inartans, she could no longer fish and bring in food, she had nothing she could do to help.
It was... like she was disappointing everyone around her now that Winter had frozen her here.
Risa was devoted, dedicated. She knew she wanted to find some way to matter, to be important to this place. The next few months she would work as hard as the first three, ignore the way she had fallen and failed to live up to Inartan standards the last couple of months. There was work to be done, now Risa just had to find it.
Shivering in the cold Risa still grinned, calling to Fala who floated above.
