@AmnesiaDragon
The plaza had long since emptied of all other life. It's cobblestone streets now dark and deserted, the light from the star-dotted and crescent-mooned sky doing little to brighten the night.
A lone figure sat hunched to the side, long strands of fur fluttering with each breeze that whispered through the plaza. In her paws she clutched a flyer roughly, its corners torn from being ripped carlessly off the bulletin board next to her.
A lantern hovered over her shoulder, casting light on both the paper and her breath, which bloomed white and icy from her lips. A finger trailed the inky words, lips soundlessly echoing them, her expression both intent and thoughtful.
She'd sat here for hours, waited patiently for the night, yet even so she still hadn't decided: go, or stay? She didn't trust the mysterious "C.M," had heard stories of some returning and some not. It intrigued her, the adventure it could be. She could feel the wanderlust stirring, the yearning building into an ache that could only be soothed by a particular choice.
But she might not even have the choice, as she could not properly follow the instructions. As she was always on the move, she had no residence to wait outside. The best she could do was wait where she'd found the flyer.
She shifted her position, uncomfortable on the rough cobblestone. The chilly feel of it wasn't a problem - she was Ice, after all - but even after roughing it for...however long she had, she still was bothered by it. Less so than most, but more so than she thought she should.
Mere minutes passed before she was fidgeting again. With a roll of her head she stretched her stiff neck. She flexed her toes and wondered just how much longer they'd take to arrive - if they arrived at all. The tundra wasn't sure when, but some point during all the waiting and stretching she had decided. If the Conducted arrived, she would go. If not, well, she didn't really have a choice then, did she?
The plaza had long since emptied of all other life. It's cobblestone streets now dark and deserted, the light from the star-dotted and crescent-mooned sky doing little to brighten the night.
A lone figure sat hunched to the side, long strands of fur fluttering with each breeze that whispered through the plaza. In her paws she clutched a flyer roughly, its corners torn from being ripped carlessly off the bulletin board next to her.
A lantern hovered over her shoulder, casting light on both the paper and her breath, which bloomed white and icy from her lips. A finger trailed the inky words, lips soundlessly echoing them, her expression both intent and thoughtful.
She'd sat here for hours, waited patiently for the night, yet even so she still hadn't decided: go, or stay? She didn't trust the mysterious "C.M," had heard stories of some returning and some not. It intrigued her, the adventure it could be. She could feel the wanderlust stirring, the yearning building into an ache that could only be soothed by a particular choice.
But she might not even have the choice, as she could not properly follow the instructions. As she was always on the move, she had no residence to wait outside. The best she could do was wait where she'd found the flyer.
She shifted her position, uncomfortable on the rough cobblestone. The chilly feel of it wasn't a problem - she was Ice, after all - but even after roughing it for...however long she had, she still was bothered by it. Less so than most, but more so than she thought she should.
Mere minutes passed before she was fidgeting again. With a roll of her head she stretched her stiff neck. She flexed her toes and wondered just how much longer they'd take to arrive - if they arrived at all. The tundra wasn't sure when, but some point during all the waiting and stretching she had decided. If the Conducted arrived, she would go. If not, well, she didn't really have a choice then, did she?