Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-26571677-20170309011559

Valka woke to the sound of silence, and a white sheet shining light onto her face. It was a new day, that promised more mysteries, and harder work. She slid out of the bed, her breath fogging up the air in front of her and dressed slowly, enjoying the icy fingers drawing themselves up her nude skin.

Once she was in her dress, she did a moment of maintenance on her weapons, refilling the dust, and polishing her blade, before she walked out her inn door, shoes clacking on the wooden floorboards, only stopping once to bend down and check the hair she'd placed in the crack of the door the night before, nodding silently as she saw that it was still in its original place.

The room had been left immaculate, not a sheet out of place, and save for the smell of lilac around the room, one would be forgiven to think that it'd been an empty room for the night. The sounds of her steps were clear as she walked down the wooden staircase, the inn now lit by the pale morning light, shining down on the floor in patches.

The gothic girl walked to the table, and tapped a bell, ordering a bowl of porridge and honey, before turning her attention once more to the innkeeper.

"I do not remember the winters being this harsh when I was a young girl. Do you know why it is so furious this year around? Maybe there are some rumours going around the villagers?"