Open starter: open to mutuals and non-mutuals.
Muse: Vaeryn “Tahlvyr” Skorvaris, Archer.
Vaeryn leaned back in her chair, her icy blue eyes catching the firelight as she surveyed the room. Snow still clung to her boots, melting into a puddle beneath the table, and her snow-white hair—braided tightly to keep it from her face—was streaked with faint dampness from the long, harsh journey. She felt the ache of three days on horseback in her bones, but the warmth of the tavern and the hum of life around her were a welcome reprieve from the biting winds outside.
Her horse, safely stabled in the barn, was fed and watered. Her loyal friend deserved the rest as much as she did, though Vaeryn remained prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. Taking another sip of her ale, Vaeryn allowed herself a moment to relax, but only just. Her fingers still brushed the hilt of her dagger, her eyes scanning the room, though she hadn’t expected anyone to draw her attention. This stop was meant to be uneventful, a simple way to warm her body and quiet the gnawing hunger before the journey continued.
