A powder of white covered the region of New Haven this morning, a sudden sheet of crunchy snow that came over night. Most unexpected?
But then again all things in New Haven is unexpected, she thought.
Like how the recent night of choas ended rather,...abruptly?
A small maiden in a white gown, walks across the sandy area near the fire pit. She paced with a heavy mind, leaving a trail of little footsteps behind her. She stops and pan around her to survey the woods and relish it's silence before closing her eyes. It was too early to be awake,...
Something bothered her.
Aleena could not rest for the last two days... Her mind constantly drifts back to the 'Slaver's Fight', which many she felt, was incorrectly named by new immigrants as the 'Drow Fight'. She did not recall spotting a single drow? Did any see one?
(Truely, if it were one, it would not have ended so quickly....) she thought.
According to the Fallen Sword, Jean-Paul, the male with the plume of feathers, they faught off slaver traders to rescue people who could have turned to greylocks before the drow. It was a delivery they had to intercept.
Thankfully it ended successful and quickly, well, ...at least she thought so at first?
After that fight, she was expecting survivors for them to heal and care for? But she barely found any aside from the chicken farmer??
(Where did the captives go?...) she frowned in thought.
That explanation Jean-Paul 's compatriot gave her didn't temper her concerns. The Fallen Sword warrior simply said in a non-chant way, "The captives ran away as soon as they had the chance. "
She crossed her arms while staring off to the foggy landscape.
(Something doesn't feel right....)
Gaining no insight, she turned around to head back to the tavern, it was too cold out here. She circled around the firepit until she spotted a pink speck poking out of the snow from the edge of the road.
Curious, she drew close to it.
It was a single tiny daisy pushing through a layer of snow, frozen in dewy rain and determined to shower it self with fresh sunlight.
Aleena smiled, Spring is coming.