@vingarlla
Dropping another small, white fruit into her basket, Primrose looked at the tree standing in front of her. It was both ordinary while not being so. A breed she would have never seen back in Orsterra. These fruits-- Heaven’s Dew, the villagers called them-- were said to give you the strength to go on, if eaten. Of course, the dancer had been curious, and she may be able to trade some of them for necessities back at the village.
Hearing a noise from a little further away, Primrose turned to look at the origin. A woman, clad in black, seemed to be gathering small, colorful shards off of the trunks of trees.
“Collecting crystals, are we?”
Though, upon further inspection... was the girl wearing anything at all? Certainly that wasn’t right, she would have frozen solid already if that were the case. As if the thought brought a breeze, Primrose used her free hand to readjust her shawl.
