12th Winter, 512 AV Wisteria gazed at the building before her; a churing wave of emotions coiled through her like a serpent. It was a mixture of worry, fear, determination, anger, and several other unidentifiable emotions. Her eyes reflected her internal malestrom, but there was always a unchanging and underlying emotion that could not be denied: love. It was the driving force that brought her here, and even in the unsure times that loomed over Avanthal in Morwen's absence. The Holds were in a silent war, and it hurt Wisteria to see the people of Avanthal acting such a way, but she had a job that needed to be done, and silly grudges were not going to stand in her way. So, steeling her resolve, she cluthed her metal flute close and walked into the Hold of Iceglaze. "Excuse me? I am looking for a metalworker to do a job for me." |