Searching for Truth (open)
It was cold… Abnormally so. She could hardly feel the tips of her fingers as they whisked around the floating, glowing ball before her. Scarlet eyes pierced into it—concentrating on its very core as she sucked in a deep breath of icy air. The bitter chill stung her lungs as her eyes became transfixed with the very image flashing before her. It was blurry and unclear; a mere fraction of a certain doomed future—something she’d seen before, and something she no longer feared. Hands came to a slow stop on either side of the orb, and with a slow exhale, she blinked once. Her transfixed eyes flickered back to a relative state of peace, and suddenly that brisk, winter wind seemed even more bone-chilling than it had been before.
She’d travelled north… Too far north. But where else was she to go? She had no objective, no definite home. All she could recall was a place of lilies and roses, and though she was certain none could grow naturally in the climate she was now within, her feet continued to carry her in search of… Something. She wasn’t sure what, but something had to jog her memory. Anything…
…Somewhere.
Folding her arms across her chest, she hid her exposed hands against her ribcage and curled her fingers into fists in attempt to warm them from the freezing weather. With her head ducked to hide her face against the wind, and her eyes slid closed in mild discomfort as she pressed forward towards the next nearby town. Small, quaint, homey… It would do for the evening, and hopefully she could get her things together overnight. Put together some kind of battle plan for the near future. After all, she couldn’t just keep wandering forever… Not to mention that she didn’t want to either.
Shuffling through the snow, she neared the door of an inn. Pushing through a carved wooden door, Viola subtly shuddered at the change in temperature as she relocated her frozen body before the desk in the main foyer. Lifting her head to gaze up from beneath the hood of her cloak and passed her silver bangs, she blinked at the receptionist behind the finished oak desk before inquiring about a room. With an appropriate response and a kind smile from the older woman, Viola paid the appropriate sum, however the smile was not returned. Instead, her jaw remained clenched shut, and as she was given the key. Without so much as a nod, Viola turned away from the desk in search for the room she paid for.
