spread throughout the iced landscapes, there are areas of safety, golden spheres surprisingly cut in the vast expanse of white. there must be some sort of magic, some force at hand to have such magickery occur; there’s a visible edge of sorts where the snow ends & the grass behinds, one entirely unnatural & unsuited to what nature would normally create. it would normally have lucina cautious --- to an extent, she is, given her hand never releases the hilt of falchion upon entering any of them. but shelter is shelter nonetheless, & in comparison to the frigid cold, lucina would rather face what she may within these meadows.
but staying in one place in unfamiliar lands is a dangerous concept, so after she rests enough to regain her strength, lucina always continues moving in exploration. she wanders the lands, taking shelter when able, attempting to find something. what, she isn’t entirely sure --- though she wouldn’t deny another ally or perhaps a means of escaping these wintry area.
so when she meets a familiar face after entering yet another one of the golden spheres, there is some comfort. though she hasn’t yet familiarized herself with him, he seems friendly enough --- she would trust him until he gives her a reason against such. “ akira, ” lucina greets with a nod of her head, hands rubbing feverishly together to generate some heat, “ i’m relieved to see a friendly face among the blistering cold. do you also seek refuge here ? ” // @satanaelesque
