entrance post
The front door opened.
A snowy landscape dotted with woods, mountain country, could be glimpsed beyond the form of a young woman. She swiped a hand across her face, eyes red with fatigue and grief. Her auburn hair was bound into a braid that hung to her shoulders.
She was clad in white and gray, winter clothing, the only color derived from a wool cape the color of flame.
"Shuven, what--" Where was this? The surprise left her green eyes as quickly as it had shown. One might have the sense that tight control of her emotions was ingrained.
She shut the door firmly behind her. Stamping her booted feet to remove the snow, she leaned against the doorframe.
" There isn't supposed to be anyone else for miles..."
Welcome to Milliways, Ilyana.
A snowy landscape dotted with woods, mountain country, could be glimpsed beyond the form of a young woman. She swiped a hand across her face, eyes red with fatigue and grief. Her auburn hair was bound into a braid that hung to her shoulders.
She was clad in white and gray, winter clothing, the only color derived from a wool cape the color of flame.
"Shuven, what--" Where was this? The surprise left her green eyes as quickly as it had shown. One might have the sense that tight control of her emotions was ingrained.
She shut the door firmly behind her. Stamping her booted feet to remove the snow, she leaned against the doorframe.
" There isn't supposed to be anyone else for miles..."
Welcome to Milliways, Ilyana.