Motor City. A place Beira never felt obliged to go to, as far as sightseeing was concerned, seeing as she felt some degree of aversion to the wheels and gears and oils and engines that ran the aberrant anomaly called technology. Pure witchcraft it was, as far as Beira was concerned, and just as foul as an abomination dredged up from one of the numerous caverns of the hells that lay beneath the planes of creation, only that it was quite artificial, with not a soul or metaphysical presence, which was what, if Beira were to be honest with herself, troubled her mostly. Someone had told her once about the country of Bosco, a land full of technological wonders. Frankly, Beira was more frightened than she was impressed by the stories. It sounded like a sort of hell to her. And it was for this reason Beira had come to Motor City.
Someone had once told her that a day would come when she would have to pass through hell, if she was minded to achieve her deepest desire. So the best thing to do, in her opinion, was to steel herself to be able to face any hell when it came, and to do that, she had to be strong enough to be comfortable enough to pass through the hell without losing her mind. So, she had resolved that she would travel to Bosco one of these days. However, quite certain that she would be terrified witless on arrival to the strange country, which would be a very clear disadvantage to her, she had decided to ease herself into the ordeal by traveling to the place in Fiore that was closest to Bosco, as far as technology was concerned: Motor City.
So there she stood beneath what seemed to be an artificial tree stripped bare of leaves, at the edge of a square full of people milling about and engaging in one of Fiore's strange festivities, as she held a strange, brown, steaming, nice-smelling cup of beverage. It seemed some of the locals had brewed this stuff and were looking for passers-by to test the desirableness of their drinks. Chocolate drinks, they were called. Chocolate, she knew. She hadn't just thought it would taste quite good when hot. She was, after all, quite comfortable in the cold, though she kept herself covered in her traveling cloak, in order not to draw attention to herself. In any case, the drink was delightful. It had this slightly spicy flavor she couldn't identify, most likely because she was not acquainted to whatever had been mixed with the chocolate.
While making a mental note to find out what was in her drink, the God Slayer noticed a crowd gathering, as someone was calling out to anyone who considered themselves to be masters of ice. She stepped up, interested in this apparent challenge. The Goddess of Winter was certainly the Mistress of Ice. She would prove it.
WC: 493/1500
Hot Chocolate Tasting: 1 Token
Someone had once told her that a day would come when she would have to pass through hell, if she was minded to achieve her deepest desire. So the best thing to do, in her opinion, was to steel herself to be able to face any hell when it came, and to do that, she had to be strong enough to be comfortable enough to pass through the hell without losing her mind. So, she had resolved that she would travel to Bosco one of these days. However, quite certain that she would be terrified witless on arrival to the strange country, which would be a very clear disadvantage to her, she had decided to ease herself into the ordeal by traveling to the place in Fiore that was closest to Bosco, as far as technology was concerned: Motor City.
So there she stood beneath what seemed to be an artificial tree stripped bare of leaves, at the edge of a square full of people milling about and engaging in one of Fiore's strange festivities, as she held a strange, brown, steaming, nice-smelling cup of beverage. It seemed some of the locals had brewed this stuff and were looking for passers-by to test the desirableness of their drinks. Chocolate drinks, they were called. Chocolate, she knew. She hadn't just thought it would taste quite good when hot. She was, after all, quite comfortable in the cold, though she kept herself covered in her traveling cloak, in order not to draw attention to herself. In any case, the drink was delightful. It had this slightly spicy flavor she couldn't identify, most likely because she was not acquainted to whatever had been mixed with the chocolate.
While making a mental note to find out what was in her drink, the God Slayer noticed a crowd gathering, as someone was calling out to anyone who considered themselves to be masters of ice. She stepped up, interested in this apparent challenge. The Goddess of Winter was certainly the Mistress of Ice. She would prove it.
WC: 493/1500
Hot Chocolate Tasting: 1 Token