#vindadalr

Commission done for @pikablob.

Thanks for commissioning me!!!

This is the city of Vindadalr. Covered in snow, it is surrounded by an ancient wall and flowing with ancient magic.

[THIS PART WAS WRITTEN BY THE COMMISSIONER]

"You know," Solveig noted, a wry smile on her lips, "I can point out exactly where I am in this photo."

"Can't we all?" Asta replied softly, one eyebrow up. "I'm pretty sure this is our tower, here." Her finger found one of the ugly concrete boxes, jutting up between snowy streets and colourful wood-sided houses. Emmy nodded in agreement, but Solveig just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Not there," she insisted, jabbing at a spot further up the page. "Here." Emmy's gaze followed; under her finger was a tiny blob of white and turquoise metal, captured mid-flight over the far side of the city, in the shadow of Mount Shan. "That's my dad's plane," the older girl went on. "That day he did a run up to Kariga, and he let me come along."

"Woah," Emmy breathed, looking back up from the page. "You mean your dad's a pilot? That's so cool!" Beside her, Asta murmured in agreement; neither girl noticed the way Solveig's eyes dimmed, just a little, or how she shifted uncomfortably at the words.