Honeyhome.. The very first town.. or village that a player would come across upon creating their character. Ilya herself, remembered ignoring the tutorial and instead setting out instantly for Dunnstads. The fight with Mudeflester felt like it had happened yesterday. But alas, Ilya knew it had taken place quite a few weeks.. or months.. ago. The feeling that it instilled upon Ilya let her know how she had grown. I used to be a naive, happy new player.. Now I feel stronger.. Smarter.. Cunning even.. Ilya glanced at the sky, taking notice of the sun that hung half-way in the sky, letting everyone know it was around 1 o-clock.. Mid-day.. Ilya cracked her knuckles as the bitter, cold air snipped away at her bare skin.. I really do look like I came out of a soup kitchen.. Maybe I should change how I look.. Ilya grimaced, knowing full well it would take a bit of gold that she had been saving up.. Though it would not dig into her own amount of gold pieces too significantly.. The amount of cash that Ilya herself had picked up, was quite significant in number. That was what she was good at.. Beating things up and receiving gold as a result. Knowing full well that she needed a drink, despite how early it was in the day, Ilya scanned around for the nearest inn. She would get a drink, get out of the cold for a moment and ponder things over more. The ground was moist with the mounds of frost that coated them. The small grass stalks being pushed to the ground by the weight of it. Footsteps being shown around at every point as the frost seemingly wrapped around the foot, leaving a dent in the thickness of it. The air, cold with a light breeze. The sun high in the sky. Clouds dotting the whole sky, some grey. Snow could be seen falling in the distance, most likely over the newly named Astorea. The exact place that the players dabbled in. Leaving the non player character's quite at a disadvantage. For if a player logged out, they would be left with no leader until the player logged back in. Each non player character living their own life, while adventurers meddled around in a life that was not their own. It was quite unreasonable in Ilya's eyes, yet as she walked around Honeyhome she was greeted by many non player characters, which left her speechless. Despite all the actions we take, they love us... And.. that was how Ilya had found herself at "The Scorching Inn", seated at a table, with a mug of ale in her hand. The gentle curve of her lips finding their way to the rim of the mug. Her tongue swirling the liquid around in her mouth as she swallowed graciously. The taste soaring through her body, causing a light sigh to escape from Ilya's mouth. Those that had found their way into the inn seemed to ignore Ilya completely, yet speak to others. Ilya silently watched as each conversation took place. Until once, again she became engrossed inside of her thoughts. The exact day that Mudeflester had happened. She had traveled straight to the beach. Ignorant of the war that had been waging around in Astorea. Ilya had managed to stumble upon another player who was taking a break from the war. The ocean seeming to call to her. Ilya, even in her real world loved all things ocean. The beach, the waves, the sound, the smell, the sight.. Everything. It was there that she had stumbled upon the other player. Who had then invited her into the very inn she had been afraid of, and thus offered to buy her food, for her gracious acts of saving him when he was throwing up. Ilya had returned his coin and bought her own food and drink, along with sandwiches for the man to eat upon as he had forgotten himself to fix his hunger bar which had then depleted. Their own adventures taking them as far as the cave where Mudeflester had reigned.. The tall, scary crab. The exact crab that Ilya and Zelrius intended on taking out in the future as they had failed to do so prior to the adventure that she had went on afterwards. After Mudeflester, Ilya had met the man whom she despised.. Caiden.. After Caiden, she met up with the woman, who went by Comet.. The adventures that had followed seemingly eventful and exciting. Ilya now sat in the Scorching Inn, seeming to take a break from all the exciting adventures. She had, had a long day in the real world, and now seemingly wanted a break from reality. Her own feet finding their way in Terrasphere. Her own butt sitting upon the chair she now sat on. Her own eyes scanning the entrance waiting for someone of interest to walk in, or else she would never interact with anyone. So thus, Ilya was seated silently, sipping her drink. Fiddling with her thumbs as she awaited the entrance of some appetizing sight. Perhaps, another adventure would await her around the corner? @Vanilla
A young-looking girl made her way through the frost-covered streets, each step sending out a little crunching sound for those still outside to hear. It was the city of… uhh… actually, Vanilla had no clue. Wasn’t there a map or something? But nah, maps were for people who actually had a destination in mind. She was just going ‘wherever’ so it didn’t really matter. One thing she could say about it is that this town had a delightfully festive look to it. It wasn’t the modern string-light sort of decor, but the residents had made good use of what was available: evergreens, holly berries, and red fabric strewn everywhere. It looked nice, in an old-fashioned sorta way. If only she knew what the darn place was called… “‘Scuse me, giant hammer guy,” Vanilla called out to an averagely sized man who appeared to be carrying a blacksmithing hammer. Compared to her, on the other hand, he was definitely much larger. “Where is this place? Ya know, the town. What’s it called?” The man turned and looked down to meet her curious eyes, immediately taking on an expression of concern. “Wait, you mean you’re lost,” he asked in return? “Well uhh… this is Honeyhome. Do you know where your family is?” “Uhh...” Vanilla looked unsure and finally answered it. “I mean… technically I do, yeah. Anyway, I’ll find ‘em eventually. Thanks.” “Sure…” the man accepted reluctantly, watching the white-haired girl for a few seconds before finally moving on. He’d seen enough of those strange people popping into existence to know better. Best just leave her alone. Vanilla continued onwards into the town, rubbing her hands together. It wasn’t as cold as it had been earlier, but it was still enough to give her the chills. A coat would be a nice investment, perhaps. Just then, a cozy looking sign caught her eye: ‘Scorching Inn.’ Scorching definitely sounded preferable to freezing at the moment. Plus, maybe she could get a drink… just maybe. With this in mind, she swung the door open and stepped into the warm room. “Brr…” Vanilla shivered a bit, happy to be out of the cold weather and into something more reasonable to be wearing spring clothes in. Were these spring clothes? Hard to tell, she wasn’t exactly an expert. Trying not the let the occasional stares phase her, Vanilla walked up to the bar and struggled her way up onto a seat which was obviously meant for people at least a foot taller than her. “How about a shot of whiskey?” Vanilla asked it with a straight face but failed not to crack a smile and eventually, she just downright chuckled at the idea. It wasn’t entirely clear to everyone else what was even funny about it, but to her, the idea of asking for whiskey with this character was just hilarious. Heck, her eyes were barely even level with the counter. After the humor of the moment had worn off and the barkeeper had been thoroughly confused, did Vanilla finally update her order. “Actually, just gimme a hot chocolate. I’m pretty cold.” @Ilya
The sound of the door being swung open, caused eyes to glance if ever so lightly before fully understanding what was going on. Ilya herself was not one of the few that had looked over to see who had walked in, for her eyes had been on the door the whole time as she had sipped away at her water. Her own eyes finding curiosity at the young girl that stepped through. She was rather short, young even. As if she were only nine years old. Though you rarely find any child under the age of thirteen... Especially one that looks as she does.. I would say it to be a player. Especially with the way she walks.. Ilya shifted her neck from side to side, hearing the satisfying crack before she stood to her feet. With one foot being stepped in front of the other. The sound of bare feet against hard wood floor, sounded. Ilya's body walking rather straight and swiftly, the shape of one who knew how to use their body. Ilya now stood directly behind the short girl. The scent of sugarplum, candy and chocolate surrounding the body of the girl. The hair a long lilac color, the body seemed to be rather petite. If Ilya were to turn the little lady around she would notice the woman's eccentric crimson eyes. Ilya herself found the young girl to be quite interesting in herself, which caused her to come over in the first place. The right hand of the felis found its way to the shoulder of the girl's. "I will take a mug of ale and a shot of whiskey please." Now she had been speaking to the bartender, knowing full well that he would never have served any alcohol to the young miss. Ilya took a seat to the right of the girl, now directing her speech to the girl. "The name's Ilya. And you are..?"
The bartender clearly didn’t find the ‘joke’ half as hilarious as Vanilla had. In fact, the whole thing had just drawn a lot of awkward looks, many expressing some concern at the girl. It didn’t really phase her: she’d found it hilarious and that was all that seemed to matter. As the man behind the counter finally went off to fulfil the more reasonable order, Vanilla suddenly tensed as she felt a hand on her shouldn’t. Ah crap, maybe it was someone here to kick her out of the bar area. Turning around, Vanilla looked up into the similarly colored eyes. The young woman’s head looked like a giant cherry: red hair, red eyes, and red… ears? That was abnormal. Vanilla’s eyes followed this stranger as she ordered an extra shot that may or may not have been for her and finally sat beside her to ask her name. The whole time, she failed to keep her eyes off of one thing… “Tails!? Those’re a thing,” Vanilla asked, noticing the woman’s brilliantly colored, red tail? If there was any doubt that she was new, said doubt would definitely have just been expelled with a question like that. “Oh, uhh… right. My name would be... Vanilla. Nice to meet ya, kiddo.” The young girl gave Ilya a confident smile, but she couldn’t help but notice something. “Aren’t you cold,” she asked, looking down at Ilya’s bare feet? “I’m freezing, and that’s coming from someone who’s actually wearing shoes.” @Ilya
It was not very long before the drinks made their way to the counter. Ilya wrapped her small hand around the mug of ale, drawing it to her lips, taking a simple and quaint sip as her other hand nudged the shot of whiskey over to Vanilla. It seemed her own words stumbled before she had introduced herself, which Ilya brushed off as nothing. "By the way you act, and talk.. You are an adventurer? Tiny human... Hmm.." It was rather rare for Ilya to find someone shorter than herself.. Except for those faerins.. And Vanilla was indeed a human, no faerin.. Just plain.. Human. Something Ilya seemed lightly confused about. "Say.. How old are you?" Her head cocked to the side, her tail lashing lightly in confusion. The small note the girl made about her feet, caused Ilya to chuckle. "I suppose.. I just get used to it, I guess. I can never take my shoes off in the real world so I take advantage of it here.. I love the feeling of the temperatures against my feet.. The wraps around my ankles help as they are considered "shoes" in the game settings, so everything feels different than actual shoes but you it treats your feet as actual shoes.. You are quite adorable if I do say so myself.." The ears upon Ilya's head seemed to flick in agreement as she spoke. "So, what are you doing here, in Honeyhome?"
Vanilla took the small glass of whiskey in her hand, trying her best to hide it from prying eyes that would no doubt try to snatch it away if they saw it. Bending down in the least conspicuous manner she could manage, the downed the whole shot glass with ease. Although one might expect her to shudder or be revolted by the taste as a kid, Vanilla instead seemed to be very familiar with the taste and process of drinking alcohol. She secretly passed the empty glass back to Ilya under the counter, nodding and mouthing out her thanks. “How old…? Um...” Vanilla hummed it out, trying to buy time for her to remember. Remembering one’s age in real life was hard enough, now there were two ages to deal with. How confusing. It also didn’t help, being drunk during character creation. That definitely fogged things up a bit further as well. “I think it was 12 or 13 or... something like that,” she finally answered, shrugging as if she didn’t consider it all that important. Vanilla listened intently at Ilya’s reasoning. Personally, she’d never really had any issues with wearing shoes before; often they were just comfortable, and not wearing any was… well… ‘not.’ “I don’t really get it: doesn’t it just kinda expose you to all the pokey stuff on the ground? Sounds painful. And what kinda backward life are you living where you can’t take off shoes?” Vanilla asked the question bluntly, though she didn’t seem to expect an answer. It was more… a critique? Perhaps a show of concern? Vanilla’s mouth curled up into a smile, or maybe it could be called a smirk, as she was called adorable. She looked amused. “Thanks... I think?” How did one respond to this sort of… compliment, if that’s what it even was. “Um… you too,” she replied with a friendly smile, glancing up at the twitching cat ears. “Well right now, I’m trying to avoid freezing my butt off,” Vanilla claimed, holding out her arm for Ilya to feel. Despite having been inside the warm room for a few minutes now, her skin was still freezing cold, implying it had been even colder beforehand. “Actually I’m… umm… how do you say it,” she searched for the right word? “How about ‘new to this world?’ So I guess I’m exploring then.” Vanilla took a sip of the hot chocolate the bartender placed in front of her. It burned a bit from the heat, but it was nice feeling the warmth from within. “Any idea where to go from here? Suggestions maybe?” Vanilla looked up at Ilya curiously, hoping for some sage advice from the girl.
"Erhm.. I live the kind of life where the only time I get to take off my shoes is when I am in my room. And when I am in my room, I will be playing terrasphere.. On the days I have off.. Which is rare.. I am sort of a public figure..." Ilya scratched the back of her neck, before taking another sip of her ale. The shot glass being passed under the table to her, caused Ilya to accept graciously. She set it down on the table, waving her fingers for another. "Yes.. Haha it is is a compliment, I presume. Unless you do not wish to be called cute?" Ilya meant no offense to Vanilla, so she knew she had to ask before she just did things. "Ahh. So you are new? Have you learned the ropes of combat and the likes yet? Or shall I introduce all of that to you..?" Ilya's eyes sparkled lightly as she offered. "I myself went straight to Dunnstads.. Quite a travel though.. You can always go to the coast, or even the forest. Then there is Stokbon, the big city.. Along with Astorea.. The newly named capital.. The castle is destroyed though.. But it is still such a sight to see."
“Oh, I see,” Vanilla responded with a mix of pity and understanding. “I can kinda sorta understand what that’s like. It’s a huge pain, right? Lots of work, no thanks, and if anyone who you’re representing messes up, you’re the one that takes the blame. I’m not too far off, right?” Vanilla glanced up into Ilya’s red eyes. What an unusual color… it wasn’t something you saw too often. All the same, it was strange that this young girl - of all people - would know about that sort of thing. Strange in-character anyway. “Uhh… no, it’s fine,” Vanilla answered. “You can call me whatever you want really. But uhh… thanks then.” Grinning back awkwardly, Vanilla accepted the next shot and lowered her head, vanishing under the counter and returning with one more shot of alcohol in her tummy. “I mean I guess that was kinda the idea, so it’s good you think so,” She rubbed her head idly, noticing how odd the hair felt. Smoother than usual. “Well, I mean… I learned a few things not to do. Like ‘don’t wander around the woods in freezing weather without a coat,’ or ‘don’t poke a wild animal you’re trying to tame with magic.’ Stuff like that. Actually, if you think about it, they’re kinda obvious. I’m just happy I didn’t prod a bigger animal or something. I feel like its teeth might’ve ‘beared’ down on me.” Vanilla’s face suddenly turned into a silly chuckle as she snickered at her own dreadful joke. It was certifiably awful, but her casual friendliness was somewhat infectious. “Okay, yeah, maybe some help would be nice. Also, I have… no idea where any of those places are, but this town is fine for now. Warm.” Vanilla felt her arm with her hand. It seemed to have warmed up a bit. “Actually, new person question number one: where do I get a coat? Ideally, a thick, warm one… in my size.” She added the last bit on, considering that the average coat wouldn’t really fit this character.
A simple nod of her head was all Ilya needed to confirm Vanilla's suspicions. The humor of the small girl taking the shot of whiskey underneath the counter had Ilya hold back a laugh. Whatever the girl seemed to be doing, it was making Ilya's day. A day that had been rather long and dull up till now. "Coats.. Well, for your size, you might be able to find one with a shop up the road a little ways.. There is an NPC that makes fancy clothes of sorts. I had him make my my festival outfit. I am sure he can make you a warm coat.. Speaking of.. I still need to get a cloak.. If it rains, my dress is rather.. see-through.." With a small chuckle, Ilya was reminded of her meeting with Ashnor. "Once we finish up here, I can show you were it is." Ilya finished up her ale, setting her mug on the counter. "Want anything to eat?" Ilya opened her inventory and produced a few shiny gold pieces, handing them over the bartender. Her gaze now landed on Vanilla once more. "So where did you get the ideas for your character, Vanilla? And why did you choose to play Terrasphere?" Emilia grinned as she thought of her own character. Red.. The color of power. It would give her courage in this game to become her own body.
“O-oh, huh… that sounds kinda… awkward.” Vanilla gazed down to take a look at what she - herself - was wearing. On the whole - with her being as young as she was - it probably wasn’t anything she needed to be worrying about. Still, it didn’t stop her from considering the potential issue for the future. “I think I’m alright? Besides, everything is frozen, so I don’t think it’ll be raining too soon anyway.” Vanilla glanced back at Ilya with a smug look in her eye as she teased her, “But you do realize I can’t afford anything ‘fancy’ right now, right? Where would I get that kinda cash? After all, I just showed up not even a full week ago.” She recalled that unpleasant experience of getting dumped in the middle of the freezing woods. Not great, but at least she finally made it… literally ‘out of the woods.’ Nodding, Vanilla accepted the offer of food. “I want something… I dunno, delicious. Cake, or pie, or cookies, or all three even. Lay ‘em on me, I can handle ‘em!” She spoke confidently, but she wasn’t sure if it was actually true or not. This body was a good bit smaller than normal, so maybe the stomach was similarly sized, or perhaps a game system that intentionally kept one from eating past a certain limit. “I dunno… I’m bored I guess,” Vanilla answered the question about why she was here, shrugging it off. “I wasn’t expecting to like it honestly, but I dunno… there’s something about it. This isn’t like the other ones I’ve seen: it feels more… real? If that makes any crazy kind of sense. And it’s not crammed with all those infernal ‘buyable upgrades’ and things.” It brought up the very real question of where Terrasphere actually earned its money. The simple answer just seemed to be ‘it didn’t,’ which was even more baffling than the lack of public conspiracies about it. “Actually though... about the character,” Vanilla admitted a little awkwardly, “I just hit the random button and got this. I figure I look like a scoop of vanilla ice cream with a few cherries near the top.” She pointed to her eyes to explain, which were indeed about the same color as a pair of cherries.
"Well, when it happened I was with this blacksmith character.. Ashnor was his name. We both played it off as whatever. He did let me borrow his coat, however.. That was fun. And you are right.. Haha also with the whole you being a little girl, I doubt you will ever have anything to worry about." Ilya's smile that played along her lips was half because of the fond memories she had in the game and half because Vanilla was hilarious. Without so much as a thought of hesitation Ilya grinned down at Vanilla. "You get gold from slaying beasts.. I would not mind buying the coat. The NPC knows me pretty well, so I can get a small discount. Plus, I would not mind. Plenty of gold is in my inventory.." The real reason as to why Ilya would not mind is because that would mean that Vanilla owed her a favor.. Though this exact reason was not something Ilya would just voice out loud. Rather simple feat... Nodding towards the bartender, she laid down a few more gold pieces on the counter. "You hear the lady! Cake, pie and cookies! Also, if I myself could get some cooked fish, I would very much appreciate it." Adding two extra gold pieces as a tip, Ilya grinned back at Vanilla waiting for the food to appear before them. "You know.. I suppose that Terrasphere would get its cash from sponsors.. Especially since they do not have any pay to play feature.. Hmmm.. Maybe something will be implemented in the near future?" Ilya was pondering it over, knowing full well that her company had a few companies that they themselves sponsored, and some of which remained anonymous.. "It definitely feels more real.. To me, this world is just like the real world.. Yet here we can do more.." Ilya grinned, "I love the analogy.. I myself took on the color of bravery, power, and confidence.. Red. I figured Felis because I love cats.. But yeah, Definitely adorable the way you yourself describe the way you made your character.. Vanilla.. Such a pretty name."
Vanilla gave Ilya a suspicious look as she detailed the incident, but didn’t bother prying into it any further. All water under the bridge, and really, these were just virtual characters anyway, so it probably didn’t matter. It wasn’t worth bothering her about it. “Sounds like something straight out of a romance novel,” Vanilla teased Ilya, nudging her side. This girl was honestly really nice. Probably one of the better people to meet right out of the gate. “Oh, really,” Vanilla asked as if she was about to deny it out of politeness or something? Instead, she accepted without a second thought, “That’d be great, thanks. I’ve been freezing for the past few days. Interesting time to show up, right? When everything wants to turn ya into an ice cube. A coat would help for sure.” Vanilla nodded, agreeing with her own beliefs. Also, she was never the type to pass up free stuff. As soon as Ilya placed her order, Vanilla choked up immediately and downright burst out into laughter. “Fish?” She asked it in a teasing manner. “Isn’t that a little too perfect. Or... ‘purr’fect.” Vanilla heard a very audible groan from behind her and turned to catch the guy dissing her beautiful puns, but he’d managed to return to being inconspicuous by the time she would have caught him. She returned her attention to Ilya. “Actually, do you ever get the urge to purr, or play with string or anything? Just curious.” Grabbing the supplied fork, Vanilla dug into the - ironically vanilla - piece of cake placed in front of her. “Oh please no. Blech.” Vanilla was repulsed at the idea of any sort of pay-to-play being implemented and stuck her tongue out at… well, nothing really. “I like this place the way it is. That would just ruin it. I mean, it usually ruins stuff, but here it’d be real bad. Kinda like slapping a copyright mark on a work of fine art.” She slapped her hand down on the hardwood counter for emphasis, causing the plates and glasses to ring a bit. “...and yeah, I can’t say I’ve ever fired a magic bolt anywhere else before. That’s new.” There was that word again… ‘adorable.’ It sounded so foreign to her, but maybe she should start getting used to it? Vanilla opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again and grinned as she had an idea. Bringing her arms closer to her chest, she put on the cutesy-est smile she could manage and made a little ‘idol’ pose, winking and making her ‘V’ shapes with her hands. She held it for a moment, adding an adorable giggle just to drive it home. “Vanilla-chan, viiiictoooryyyy~!” After the moment was over she shook it off and apologized, returning to the cake, “Sorry, I just thought I’d try something silly.”
"Eww.. Plus, from what I recall from the party I hosted not too long ago, Ashnor is really a girl. And plus. It never would have worked out if I were to even have the smallest hint of a crush, which I do not." Forcing Vanilla to drop the subject of Ashnor, Ilya could not help but wrap her mind around the fact that it did sound like that from a romance novel, yet despite the fact that it would not perceive the endings of such a novel. On that, Ilya was certain. She was never going to like Ashnor that way, and nothing could change her mind. With a small nod of her head, Ilya grinned. "Let us get you that coat then! As soon as we finish our food." Ilya rolled her eyes at Vanilla's own pun.. Her odd sense of humor seeming to brighten the mood, significantly. "I do like to play with yarn.. It would be weird if a human were to purr though. Despite the fact that we are part-cat. We would rather leave it for the actual cats.." Ilya began to cut her fish, before placing her fork to the fish, putting bite size pieces into her mouth. Continuing to eat what was placed in front of her, Ilya nodded her head in agreement to the statement of Vanilla. "Pay to play are rather.. unfun.." As soon as Ilya finished speaking, she took another bite of her fish. Swashing it down with some water that had thus been placed in front of her. Watching the small kid with humor, Ilya's mind brought her back to the time she spent with Zelrius. She herself had struck a superhero pose, then thus proceeded to act cat-like. The small kid reminded her slightly of herself.. That must be why I proceed to be so kind to her.. Ilya started to laugh lightly, shaking her head to splurge the thoughts that galloped all around inside her head. "No-no.. No need to apologize. I liked it."
Vanilla gave Ilya a snarky little glance at she denied her romance. It was believable that she had no interest… but that didn’t stop her from teasing the neko girl. The whole different gender thing between real life and the game did indeed complicate things though. Go figure. “Okay, okay. If you say so,” Vanilla relented, dropping the subject and returning to devouring a chocolate chip cookie. It wasn’t long until Vanilla had completely polished off the cake and cookies, leaving just the pie. Evidently, being smaller didn’t have too much of a detriment on her appetite. “I mean, sure, it’d be weird if a human went around purring at people,” Vanilla agreed, reaching up to pet Ilya’s ears a few times. “But you’re not really human, so maybe you could get away with it? Who knows. I mean, you have the yarn thing already...” After receiving the compliment on her bizarre pose… thing, Vanilla waved off the compliment, finishing up the last bit of pie and leaned her face down on the table in a joyfully satisfied slump. “That was good stuff,” she hummed happily, licking her lips clean. “Thank ya kindly, kiddo.” Vanilla reached with some effort to rub Ilya’s ears a bit again. Having been thoroughly warmed and filled, she promptly hopped off the high stool and wandered over to the door. She could already feel the cold of outside leaking its way in slightly, and shivered at the thought. “I err… I don’t have a clue where I’m going, so I guess you can lead the way,” Vanilla admitted, offering Ilya to go ahead of her.
Red eyes tracked the lilac girl's movements. From the cookie being shoved in her face to the small feet that could not reach the bottom of the stool she sat upon. Brushing off the fact of crushes, Ilya focused on what was at hand.. I am ever growing soft.. I need to get back to being who I am.. It was a continuing problem for Ilya.. She would grow wayy to soft of people, and would go back to her innocent, nice self.. The realization and change of her own character had been brought about by the fact that she had been putting up a false fascade before.. Change was difficult, especially when you were use to faking things twenty four seven. "Felis are human.. Human hybrids. I can pull many things off, but purring is not one of them." Despite the tiny kid's size, she had eaten a lot, and that made Ilya very impressed. "For someone so tiny.. You ate a lot, kid." Making sure the bartender had enough gold, Ilya stood to her feet. "Shall we go? My cloak should be done by now.. I put it on hold quite a while ago.." The NPC she spoke of, was talented enough to do things right away, yet Ilya had chosen to pick it up later rather than wait the ten minutes it would take to craft the cloak. Taking the lead, Ilya began to walk about the streets, taking lefts and rights as she made her way to the building. The sound of fire crackling crackled as they passed by a small pit with logs and fire. Warmth... The footsteps cradled the earth as Ilya's bare feet stepped onthe mounds of frost that was built up. Cracking.. The building that Ilya had been heading to was now right in front of her as she stepped up onto the steps. The doors being opened as her hand reached out to pull them open. The sight of a burly man entered the visions of those looking. "George! How are you doing?"
