Those finishing touches

While she was spending time up in Boreas, Ember decided to make a little side trip out from Hemlock’s mountains down to her extended family in the Armada. It had been some time since Ember had last been to visit the northern pack—the last time only being a young pup herself—and it would be good to check in on the Hallows’ oldest and strongest ally. It also meant Em could make use of the Armada’s sprawling marketplace, which was the real reason for her visit.

Although traders of all kinds often visited the Hallows, the vastness of the Armada’s market was second to none. There was also specific things Ember was coming to purchase, things that were a rarity outside of the Firestorm Grotto that lay in the Armadan mountains. Wandering by the stalls, Em scanned each of the merchants’ wares looking for those precious fiery gemstones. She moved on to the next store, one run by a young fae about her age with dark fur and deep blue eyes. She offered the woman a smile and a polite "Hello," while she continued to browse, furrowing her brows while she sought for the treasures she sought.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"