@crookedqrow
being the type of person who always attempted seeing the bright side of things, it was exceptionally difficult for yang to accept how often she’s been complaining ever since she’d arrived. the cold? unforgiving & relentless. most of her teammates’s statuses? unknown. her prosthetic arm? messed up. not to mention how unforgiving this weather is, despite stocking up on proper clothing, yang still feels the frostbite right around the corner; she can’t stay out for too long, & therefore feeling like a burden to the locals. if only there was some dust to help balance out the arm situation... alas, that must be too much to ask from a god.
though every outside task is complete with certain hastiness, yang feels slightly better about herself every time; it’s all she can do for now. & so after dumping quite the generous amount of firewood behind the tavern, she quickly gets in to warm up.
‘ hey lute! i brought some more firewood. it’s in the ba-- ’
yang blinks, mouth agape. there’s no mistaking the one and only--
‘ UNCLE QROW !! ’ yeah, she’s totally running over to give him a bear hug, there’s no escaping. ‘ it’s so good to see you, you have no idea! ’ and it’s true, her smile couldn’t be more genuine. she promptly takes a seat next to him. ‘ seems like they’re collecting us... how are you ? and how long have you been here ? ’








