Eliàn;
The warm sun kisses the back of my neck as I stroll down the street, and I take a deep breath as I relish the feeling.
This place is a warm contrast to the freezing place called Howleroot. It's always so cold there. Like their Queen…
A woman bows softly to me and I smile warmly at her as I bow back. She giggles as she wasn't expecting me to, and my smile grows.
I'm not royalty. So of course I'll bow right back to anyone who bows to me. I stuff my hands deeper into the pockets of my pants enjoying my stroll.
I was going to wear my Krompa again, but if I wore it, everyone would be able to see that I'm injured and then I'm more than certain that they would scoop me up and return me to that boring hut.
To avoid that, I decided to put on my usual shirt and pants. Besides, I can bearly even feel the wound. It's odd, I know… but it's just a dull ache.
