[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Verdantis]
[Capital City]
("She's a little stiff, but I suppose she's not bad to talk to.")
The thought drifted through Alyssia's mind as she and Lucinda continued walking through the vast courtyard.
The cobblestone path wound between stretches of vibrant greenery. Flowerbeds lined either side, carefully maintained despite existing within a nation known more for snow than blooming gardens. Alyssia's hands rested behind her back as she walked. Lucinda strode beside her, armored sabatons clicking on stone.
For a time neither spoke; the silence was not uncomfortable, merely thoughtful. Alyssia found that surprising; most conversations felt exhausting these days. Most people would treat her like a relic from the past, some tragic figure to be pitied, or she would be treated like an impossible mystery to be studied.
