Character
Location: Tor Valum, Kestri
The snow danced slowly around her, carried by the cold winds that were trying to bite through the thick cloak she had wrapped tightly around herself. Her breath drifted out from under her hood in thick clouds of steam, mixing with a few loose strands of light blonde hair before disappearing into the cold air. Only bright blue eyes were visible between the hood and the face covering, as they stared up at the city she saw in her dreams. A city built into a mountain that towered above the landscape. Tor Valum, the last Mandalorian city.
The cold bit at her again. She breathed in, holding it for a few seconds as she focused on the fierce fire that burned within her. Like stoking flames of a forge, the heat rushed through her body, warming her core all the way down to her feet, which were surprisingly bare at the ankle and ball of the foot, the rest covered in thick black wrappings that ran up her calves. The cold retreated against the heat, biding its time before moving in again. The breath was then released in a thick cloud of steam.
Like the steam that was carried away by the wind, she to made her way off the landing pad and towards the city itself. Some said she came here on a whim, but she felt it was a calling. Dreams of warriors in the snow and a vast city mountain played in her head on a nightly bases. This was something she needed to follow, something she needed to figure out. Exactly what it was, she didn't know.
The small Kiir wove her way through the crowd of beings, both Beskar clad and not. A majority of which paid no mind to the small cloak wrapped figure with a duffel bag strapped snuggly to their back. Writing her off as a foundling or a youngling just trying to get through the crowded streets. This was just fine to her, she didn't need a lot of attention brought to her, especially she wasn't entirely sure what called her here in the first place.
The real question was where to go now. She couldn't keep running aimlessly around leaving little footprints in the snow. Quickly sidestepping to her left, she avoided a group of several people who weren't watching where they were going. She also couldn't keep dancing around people out in the streets, everyone seemed to be bigger than her and oblivious of her presence. It was only a matter of time before she got knocked over, or worse. Getting back on track, she continued her search for a place to take refuge.
The snow danced slowly around her, carried by the cold winds that were trying to bite through the thick cloak she had wrapped tightly around herself. Her breath drifted out from under her hood in thick clouds of steam, mixing with a few loose strands of light blonde hair before disappearing into the cold air. Only bright blue eyes were visible between the hood and the face covering, as they stared up at the city she saw in her dreams. A city built into a mountain that towered above the landscape. Tor Valum, the last Mandalorian city.
The cold bit at her again. She breathed in, holding it for a few seconds as she focused on the fierce fire that burned within her. Like stoking flames of a forge, the heat rushed through her body, warming her core all the way down to her feet, which were surprisingly bare at the ankle and ball of the foot, the rest covered in thick black wrappings that ran up her calves. The cold retreated against the heat, biding its time before moving in again. The breath was then released in a thick cloud of steam.
Like the steam that was carried away by the wind, she to made her way off the landing pad and towards the city itself. Some said she came here on a whim, but she felt it was a calling. Dreams of warriors in the snow and a vast city mountain played in her head on a nightly bases. This was something she needed to follow, something she needed to figure out. Exactly what it was, she didn't know.
The small Kiir wove her way through the crowd of beings, both Beskar clad and not. A majority of which paid no mind to the small cloak wrapped figure with a duffel bag strapped snuggly to their back. Writing her off as a foundling or a youngling just trying to get through the crowded streets. This was just fine to her, she didn't need a lot of attention brought to her, especially she wasn't entirely sure what called her here in the first place.
The real question was where to go now. She couldn't keep running aimlessly around leaving little footprints in the snow. Quickly sidestepping to her left, she avoided a group of several people who weren't watching where they were going. She also couldn't keep dancing around people out in the streets, everyone seemed to be bigger than her and oblivious of her presence. It was only a matter of time before she got knocked over, or worse. Getting back on track, she continued her search for a place to take refuge.