Maybelle eagerly lets you in to her side of the stall. Behind you can see a plethora of boxes and crates that have been hastily repacked and tied off with thick rope. "Careful with those! If one of those bottles breaks no telling what the spillage could do. I don't have a wagon or nothing, my uncle helped me get all set up and it took the two of us two hours. So, just grab what you can and I'll sink the cost."

She motioned over to a handful of the stacks that she deemed most important and began to heft some up herself.

It's about midday, you had setout earlier this morning and find yourself in the wooded glen you used to put performances on with your family. Memories teem and abound in the clearing you find yourself in. You're family had seen you off well-enough however the need to put some distance between you and them still calls.

You know this wood well, you can go the scenic route pass through memory lane as much as forest, or head through in a direct line to the nearest trader's road.

(omg truly?? hmm If you want to draw Bretta feel free! I'm updating ppls pages with the info/characters they've met on their travels so I can post her there ^-^
That's really generous thanks!)

The voice takes a few tentative steps closer, you can make out the shape of a large faunt, they tower well past yor height, but upon hearing no response after a few minutes. They turn around and and close the door "damn wind, storm blowing in, getting me all worked up." They grumble, and return to their task of trying to light a fire in the crumbling fireplace.

They're having trouble due to there being nothing but wet wood on hand. Overhead the storm begins to settle as snow falls down in heavier clumps.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=107671&page=6#54 Author: Grapejuice Time Posted: 12/26/2023 at 11:30 PM The voice takes a few tentative steps closer, you can make out the shape of a large faunt, they tower well past yor height, but upon hearing no response after a few minutes. They turn around and and close the door "damn wind, storm blowing in, getting me all worked up." They grumble, and return to their task of trying to light a fire in the crumbling fireplace. They're having trouble due to there being nothing but wet wood on hand. Overhead the storm begins to settle as snow falls down in heavier clumps.

Cyra tilts her head, creeping farther back behind the hut. The faunt is enormous, the largest she's every seen, and she watches them through a hole in the wall warily, but she can only make out a giant, dark shadow. She feels a tiniest pang of sympathy, but pushes it away. But it worms its way back into her head, and an idea starts to form.
They could be the next protector of The Village....isn't that the reason you're out here, anyway?
She closes her eyes, mulling over the idea for a minute. This is what she wanted to do. So why is she so scared?

Yeah not gonna lie I already started doodling her for funXD I gave her some sweet longer curly head fur really excited Ill post later this evening ^w^

(They are both so cute!!! adore the attention to detail with the greying hairs for Breta <3 I'll add both to your character profile)

While the days have gotten longer and warmer, the evening air still brought a slight chill. You can see moths and fireflies fluttering through the streets lighting lanterns and string lights hanging between houses. Slowly trails of warm light bloom throughout the town, illuminating the market district as you come across it. Most shops are still open although you spot one or two that have already closed down for the day.

Most of the ones that still have lights on in the store windows are travelling gear and resupply spots, along with grocers and bakeries.

As you ponder your quest and feel fear settle a shiver runs through you, however this one has more to do with the weather than any emotions. The flurry is no falling slanted, the wind having picked up and further driving it's bitter chill into your bones. In the main room of the hut the faunt curses and chucks the wood aside in frustration.

Upon further inspection you notice a secondary room with a door half-ajar. It's directly behind the faunts back and seems to be some kind of bedroom. This shack was likely once a winter getaway or a trappers cabin of sorts. There might be supplies and warm covers to be found further inside.