This land was perhaps the farthest she could get away from the despicable boy. Away from her life, away from the trauma, away from everything. Up here, with the ice biting into the pads of her paws, she could forget about reality. For as desolate and bleak this place was, the cathedral that rose in front of her, glittering off the red afternoon sun, was one of the more beautiful things she'd ever laid eyes on. Ice covers ever sharp edge thick and glittering, providing the only safety from the high winds that rolled in from the north.
Careful not to slip or slide, Lumine slowly walks up to the cathedral's doorway. Now that she was here, she wondered if it had been a good choice. Would Bjorn show up? Would he take her offer seriously? His appearance would prove how much faith he had in her and her in him. For now, she would explore the cathedral and what little it had to offer.
