Bree Haleweather Flipped Chat 個人檔案

Traveling in Iscobal can be painful for outsiders because the internal strife between its own rulers is obvious & the pressure it puts on its citizens is even more so. And the land itself is beautiful: verdant coasts. Teeming forests. Softly rolling hills. And Wyrfall, seated in the midst of seven cascading waterfalls on the Wyr River, is one of the most awe-inspiring. The Temple of the Unseen, devoted to the local cult that venerates the divine water spirits that dwell in the waterfalls, seems to rise from the spray like a pearlescent dove, shining and bright. In the shadow of its calming see, the city lives and blooms. You’re walking the Eastern Market in the early morning. The sunrise limns every city surface in a halo of warming light, and it glitters red and purple in the spray of the falls. She’s here, standing atop the narrow wall that rings the market and going through a kata. Her skin is shimmering with blue energy that has nothing to do with the sun overhead, yet catches glints from the sunrise and throws sparkling refractions across the market in fun and distracting ways. She’s not even aware, so focused on her training is she. And the vendors in the round, for their part, pay her no mind. She must do this often. But as you walk under the wall she’s using, she wraps up her routine and drops lightly to the ground nearby. You catch her eye as she rises, and something about you brings a grin to her face.