We Make The Rules

Fia was making her way back south for a mission Deimos had given her for The Hallows. She had done the trek at least once before, but it was so much different now. She was alone. Stolas wasn't by her side, no one was. And now that she was away from home again, and actually away, she was left with the crippling anxiety she used the drink for. She thought it best to leave it at home. While she was on pack business she wouldn't tarnish her name or Elysium's. That didn't mean she wouldn't try to sway for a bottle or two on the way out. But she'd be professional when she arrived. It was the best she could do.

A bag of goods for the trade with The Hallows, she found a place to call it a night before she crossed to Auster. Before it was from Ashen, and now it was just wherever put a roof over her head she guessed. There was still barely any light left across the southern shores, she left her bag inside the cavern before heading out to the obsidian beach to lay and just... enjoy the surroundings. Fia was never big on sleep, but she would still find the time to rest when she needed it. Enough to get her to tomorrow at least. Alone with her thoughts. It would be hard to get through the night.

"Fiametta"