Zephyra
Artisan
*Kai makes her way slowly into the center of town. She has a pronounced limp, made worse by the heavy shoulder pack pulling her off balance. Her cloak hem is darkly spattered with new and drying mud, and bits of forest debris clump her matted fur and hair.*
Where is everyone?
*She takes another slouchy step, and pauses to brush away a persistent fly. It circles once, and settles again on the same spot- tasting the salt of a bloody scrape on her left cheek.*
Where is everyone?
*She takes another slouchy step, and pauses to brush away a persistent fly. It circles once, and settles again on the same spot- tasting the salt of a bloody scrape on her left cheek.*