L O S T
So long had she drifted from Snow to Ice; Midvinter, Vanquo, Mygeeto... Midvinter again. Only Voss had broken up the monotony of stark white landscapes, and her time there had been brief to say the least. It wasn't that Mysa minded the snow, au contraire, the young would-be-Valkyri absolutely adored the frigid tundra's and mountains of these worlds, simply that sometimes it was nice to not feel quite so... Cold.
Then again, Muskree wasn't the warmest of planets. Cool enough to warrant her use of furs, at least. As ever the cloak of the Vhaanir was wrapped around her shoulders, engulfing the girl entirely. But there was no crunch beneath her boots as she walked this time. No satisfying noises at all, really. Just the steady thud of boots on dirt path.
Because this time she had come to the most unlikely of worlds.
It was known not for any precious minerals - though once upon a time, people had stupidly believed it was alive with resources - nor was it a wonder of the Galaxy! Instead, the town she strode through was known for... Nerf. Hardscrabble was a Nerf Herder's community. And a ridiculously funny name for a town! So much so that Mysa had bit back a laugh at the sound of it. That would have been rude to the human who had guided her across the arid plains toward the village.
Tufts of coarse grass grew here and there, spiny shrubs dotting the landscape. Mysa had stumbled into some of the latter when descending the ship she had journeyed on, and now a trickle of blood ran down her leg. She didn't mind, instead she simply pressed on. Though the scratch was rather itchy!
And why, might you ask, was the child here at all?
Well, that was the silliest part of the whole thing. For it happened to be that she was looking for a Vhaanir. Someone had stolen one of the most sacred creatures from Midvinter. And she fully intended to return it!
Then again, Muskree wasn't the warmest of planets. Cool enough to warrant her use of furs, at least. As ever the cloak of the Vhaanir was wrapped around her shoulders, engulfing the girl entirely. But there was no crunch beneath her boots as she walked this time. No satisfying noises at all, really. Just the steady thud of boots on dirt path.
Because this time she had come to the most unlikely of worlds.
It was known not for any precious minerals - though once upon a time, people had stupidly believed it was alive with resources - nor was it a wonder of the Galaxy! Instead, the town she strode through was known for... Nerf. Hardscrabble was a Nerf Herder's community. And a ridiculously funny name for a town! So much so that Mysa had bit back a laugh at the sound of it. That would have been rude to the human who had guided her across the arid plains toward the village.
Tufts of coarse grass grew here and there, spiny shrubs dotting the landscape. Mysa had stumbled into some of the latter when descending the ship she had journeyed on, and now a trickle of blood ran down her leg. She didn't mind, instead she simply pressed on. Though the scratch was rather itchy!
And why, might you ask, was the child here at all?
Well, that was the silliest part of the whole thing. For it happened to be that she was looking for a Vhaanir. Someone had stolen one of the most sacred creatures from Midvinter. And she fully intended to return it!