54th Winter, 514AV
Shakune hated the cold. It depressed her, made her actually wish to be in the desert where her maternal people trudged through the sand with their goats and crows. And anything that made the half-breed want to be Chaktawen was an unwelcome thing indeed. Such thoughts made her uncomfortable, and so Shakune chased down any source of entertainment like a wild dog would run down a rabbit.
The newly formed ice bridge that connected Sunberth mainland to the Lodestar Isle posed such a source of entertainment and mystery. The courier had not adventured onto the island since her arrival over a year ago; she had no reason to, and few other residents seemed to have set foot on the place either. But desperate times resulted in desperate measures. And Gods! Was Shakune desperate!
She started the day wrapped in all the winter clothes she owned: her coat, her hat, her scarf, her thickest socks. But the chill still haunted Shakune's nerves, made the hairs on her arms prickle up and within less than five chimes her hands felt numb. Onwards she marched, slipping and sliding on the ice and cursing loudly when she did so.
"If I survive this petchin' journey it's be a miracle." The words were mumbled grumpily, and the courier wondered for the fifth or sixth time whether this adventure of hers was a suicide mission or an act of desperation. She hoped it was the latter.
The ice bridge glinted rather magnificently in the daylight. For a moment Shakune paused to admire the view, then was subsequently surprised at her own appreciation of such a sight. She was hardly an artistic woman, and barely paid attention to anything that didn't have a nice face or an impressive cock. Preferably both.
"It's made of ice..."
Her statement was pointlessly obvious, but as Shakune approached the bridge, it was felt that she needed to remind herself of this very fact. Grace was not a trait that Shakune possessed. Even when she was sober she tripped up her own two feet. It was one thing to do this in the city, where she was likely to safely fall on top of some unfortunate stranger, but the Ice Bridge posed the additional threats of freezing to death, drowning in the sea and breaking her neck. Nothing like a peaceful, safe stroll to distract a person.
Her first step was cautious and slow. Shakune stared down at the crispy top layer of ice, wincing when it snapped like a sheet of glass. She paused, one leg on the ice bridge and the other anchoring her onto the mainland. After a somewhat longing glance back to the city, Shakune took the second step that bought her fully standing on the Ice Bridge. Though she had not yet plunged to her icy death, Shakune felt far from comfortable.
"I am walking on the sea." She murmured, glaring up ahead at the frosty journey was about to endeavour. Miraculous or no, the half-breed was now set on her adventure.
The newly formed ice bridge that connected Sunberth mainland to the Lodestar Isle posed such a source of entertainment and mystery. The courier had not adventured onto the island since her arrival over a year ago; she had no reason to, and few other residents seemed to have set foot on the place either. But desperate times resulted in desperate measures. And Gods! Was Shakune desperate!
She started the day wrapped in all the winter clothes she owned: her coat, her hat, her scarf, her thickest socks. But the chill still haunted Shakune's nerves, made the hairs on her arms prickle up and within less than five chimes her hands felt numb. Onwards she marched, slipping and sliding on the ice and cursing loudly when she did so.
"If I survive this petchin' journey it's be a miracle." The words were mumbled grumpily, and the courier wondered for the fifth or sixth time whether this adventure of hers was a suicide mission or an act of desperation. She hoped it was the latter.
The ice bridge glinted rather magnificently in the daylight. For a moment Shakune paused to admire the view, then was subsequently surprised at her own appreciation of such a sight. She was hardly an artistic woman, and barely paid attention to anything that didn't have a nice face or an impressive cock. Preferably both.
"It's made of ice..."
Her statement was pointlessly obvious, but as Shakune approached the bridge, it was felt that she needed to remind herself of this very fact. Grace was not a trait that Shakune possessed. Even when she was sober she tripped up her own two feet. It was one thing to do this in the city, where she was likely to safely fall on top of some unfortunate stranger, but the Ice Bridge posed the additional threats of freezing to death, drowning in the sea and breaking her neck. Nothing like a peaceful, safe stroll to distract a person.
Her first step was cautious and slow. Shakune stared down at the crispy top layer of ice, wincing when it snapped like a sheet of glass. She paused, one leg on the ice bridge and the other anchoring her onto the mainland. After a somewhat longing glance back to the city, Shakune took the second step that bought her fully standing on the Ice Bridge. Though she had not yet plunged to her icy death, Shakune felt far from comfortable.
"I am walking on the sea." She murmured, glaring up ahead at the frosty journey was about to endeavour. Miraculous or no, the half-breed was now set on her adventure.
