The mountains of Fiore are not gentle or kind to man or beast alike, yet many climb them to seek the guild hall of the Silver Wolves, at the behest of it's guardians who surround it's slopes. As a young woman approached from the south, it's guardian wolves flanked her sides, leading her to her destination. Her confident stride and steely gaze burned it's way through the snowstorm, a faint glow underneath her clothes as she walked further. Her hair was frozen sideways by the winter storm, yet she did not seem bothered or deterred. The wolves stopped for a moment, turning to see the young woman as they reached the end of their part of the journey. She looked side to side, assessing for a single moment, before nodding as they set off back where they came. The young woman took a large, breathy sigh as she walked through the whiteout for a bit longer, now without her companions keeping her warm. She'd have to make do for now, she supposed, as her exosuit's small ports began to glow, and underneath her collar steam rose up from the difference in temperature.
It wasn't long before she entered the large magical barrier that surrounded the guild hall. As she walked closer, she shook out the ice in her hair as the light beneath her clothes dissipated, and approaching the huge double doors of the hall she heard the muffled noises of business and conversation. She snarled before pushing with all her might against the ancient wood, the hinges slowly creaking as they gave way to her efforts. As the doors opened inward into the building, the young woman walked confidently forward into the bustling foyer and drank in the sights. Mages young and old peppered the room as they drank or discussed their typical business, a single person breaching their hall barely below their notice. As she walked further into the hall, eyes drew up to catch a small glance of her, a hint of curiosity betrayed in their stares. She paid them no mind, for they were beneath her...Siria was here for much bigger things.
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It wasn't long before she entered the large magical barrier that surrounded the guild hall. As she walked closer, she shook out the ice in her hair as the light beneath her clothes dissipated, and approaching the huge double doors of the hall she heard the muffled noises of business and conversation. She snarled before pushing with all her might against the ancient wood, the hinges slowly creaking as they gave way to her efforts. As the doors opened inward into the building, the young woman walked confidently forward into the bustling foyer and drank in the sights. Mages young and old peppered the room as they drank or discussed their typical business, a single person breaching their hall barely below their notice. As she walked further into the hall, eyes drew up to catch a small glance of her, a hint of curiosity betrayed in their stares. She paid them no mind, for they were beneath her...Siria was here for much bigger things.
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[Siria's Word Count: 356]
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