She missed the warmth, she was a person of the desert, used to the heat, and the living conditions that went along with the harsh desert sands. She wasn't used to the ice and snow of the mountains. The mountains looked as they did everyday, cold, bleak and snow capped. Despite the fact it wasn't snowing, the wind was howling, blowing and twisting the fallen snow. She'd picked a very strange place to visit for someone who hated the cold. It was lucky she'd reached the shrine, the young woman was shivering despite the heavy coat she wore. She smoothed her snow covered hair down a little, hoping that she didn't look too much of a mess. Next time she felt the need to visit somewhere religious, she was going to Nu'san. Even better, she'd just stay at home.
Inside the shrine it was a great deal warmer than the freezing temperatures outside, but it was still too cold for her tastes, far too cold. Why anyone would come here was beyond her, who'd want to almost die of hypothermia when they could visit a nice, warm, jungle temple and get malaria instead?
The young woman's hair was dark and fairly short, it couldn't have been much longer than shoulder length. As she walked, various bangles and bracelets jingled on her wrists. Zari was one of those people that always seemed to carry summer with them, inspite of looking a little downtrodden she wouldn't have looked out of place on the beaches of Sar'fir or Jawan.
She was too impulsive for her own good, really, even now she wouldn't have been able to tell you exactly why she had set of for Basantha. Perhaps it was just too annoy her friend's at the circus, they always seemed to worry about her. She couldn't see the reason of it herself, why, she hadn't ever gotten into a life threatening situation she hadn't gotten out of sooner or later. Besides, what danger could she find herself in here? The only around were a few monks, tourists and several people praying. It seemed completely safe to her, the only danger was that Silas would kill her when she got back. Poor Silas, he was always worried about something. You wouldn't expect him to be a ringmaster, he just seemed too quiet, more of an accountant or a librarian rather than a ringmaster.
Zari had been one of the last performers to join the little troupe, she was a dancer. Sometimes she danced as a human, other times she danced as a cavillion, her biolune markings making patterns in the air. At that point in time, however, she was busy thawing herself out infront of a small candle.
((Fail. x3 Click pet image for human form. x3 And the title is so awful, I know. Couldn't think of anything else. D8 <3))
Inside the shrine it was a great deal warmer than the freezing temperatures outside, but it was still too cold for her tastes, far too cold. Why anyone would come here was beyond her, who'd want to almost die of hypothermia when they could visit a nice, warm, jungle temple and get malaria instead?
The young woman's hair was dark and fairly short, it couldn't have been much longer than shoulder length. As she walked, various bangles and bracelets jingled on her wrists. Zari was one of those people that always seemed to carry summer with them, inspite of looking a little downtrodden she wouldn't have looked out of place on the beaches of Sar'fir or Jawan.
She was too impulsive for her own good, really, even now she wouldn't have been able to tell you exactly why she had set of for Basantha. Perhaps it was just too annoy her friend's at the circus, they always seemed to worry about her. She couldn't see the reason of it herself, why, she hadn't ever gotten into a life threatening situation she hadn't gotten out of sooner or later. Besides, what danger could she find herself in here? The only around were a few monks, tourists and several people praying. It seemed completely safe to her, the only danger was that Silas would kill her when she got back. Poor Silas, he was always worried about something. You wouldn't expect him to be a ringmaster, he just seemed too quiet, more of an accountant or a librarian rather than a ringmaster.
Zari had been one of the last performers to join the little troupe, she was a dancer. Sometimes she danced as a human, other times she danced as a cavillion, her biolune markings making patterns in the air. At that point in time, however, she was busy thawing herself out infront of a small candle.
((Fail. x3 Click pet image for human form. x3 And the title is so awful, I know. Couldn't think of anything else. D8 <3))