Winter 42nd, 511AV Blizzard sighed as she sat up top on a rock on one of the mountainous places of Avanthal. She sighed and exmined her surroundings looking down at the glowing city of Avanthal, then at the forests of snow and ice around her. She kicked the snow off the rock that was falling and shook her coat. This place was starting to get boring. The snow, the ice, the whiteness. She sighed and plopped back down on the large boulder Oh, who am I kidding? this place is getting more boreing by the second. No matter how many new people I meet. Nothing here is... new. It's just same ole' same ole'. She jumped down and sighed walking back down the mountain again. She thought along the way of all the new faces she'd met There's Alea, Banir, Zygaud, oh, and don't forget Cillion who's been giving me shelter. Oh! And that crazy stag that made the horse go crazy when there was absoltely no call for it. She growled in disgust. The stag looked so tasty, but her human side commanded her overwhelming hunter's side to not provoke anything. Plus, she was so tired that day from shifting. Which is why today or, what was left of today, she wouldn't shift unless in dire need. She had her clothes tied around her back leg facing outward and it was so tightly packed that it was really small on her leg and it made it easier on her than carrying it around in her mouth. She sighed. She wasn't even a quarter down the mountain now. She decided she'd run. She quickly picked up speed and was darting through the trees. |