The winter had turned the orange of her home into a desurated version of the environment. But, however it whetted its sharp teeth and pointy claws on the mainland, the island was left with only mere remnants of the piercing northern winds. And thus, as she walked, Maren watched the snow fall – and the snow melt, in the arms of the island's warmth. With a thoughtful expression in her eyes, she waded through the sand, into the direction of the Church and the Fire where she normally resided. Especially in the night the place was extra cozy. Walled in by the ruins of a yet to complete church, and with a fire not to far away to warm up. She really enjoyed her nights there, but a girl had to eat, and – without being rude – the food the Throat had to offer was simply not as good as that on the mainland.
But her frown deepened with that thought. And yet… After her grass-hunt today she wasn’t so sure any more. The whole Helovia was covered in marble dust, after all. Just like the Fires had predicted. (And shit got serious once food in the Throat was better chew-able than than somewhere else). But with all that she knew, there was too much she still didn't. And with that her eyes sank away in thought.
She was just arguing with herself on how she should appreciate the desert grasses and cacti more, when a dark figure appeared through the falling snow. But it was not his darkness that drew her attention. No, there was darkness enough cast over the Throat with the snow-filled clouds hiding the sun. His blazing wings were the one to steal away her attention. Distracted Maren’s own wings rose slightly from their lazy position next to her haloed head. Her ears hopped forward, interested in the mysterious nature of his visit. “Sultan”, Maren greeted with surprise through the cold dusts. A few seconds later she halted her steps, standing with him in the ruins of their Church. The golds in her eyes shimmered silently as she watched him with the corners of her lips deepened into a smile. “I actually wanted to talk to you, Gaucho. But is there something I can do for you first?” Maren’s eyes wandered over her surroundings, over the pillars and the stone left in debris scattered over the building site. “You seem a little down today.” She said, as she glanced at him from the corners of her eyes, his fiery wings reflecting in her eyes of embers.
Talking
@[Gaucho]
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