Even though Hyoite was a settlement, it was just as far north as the Sionad Tundra and therefore just as cold. An icy wind also blew, sending Dalisme’s ginger hair into disarray. Fara, her noble grey steed disliked the temperature too but as Dalisme kept telling her, she had fur, humans didn’t.
Hyoite was fairly quiet, only a few locals passed Dalisme as she wandered through the village in search of an inn. However they didn’t seem to be used to visitors and stared at her.
She sighed, her breath turning to mist in the freezing air, how had she gotten herself into this? Oh yes, her teacher had said she needed to search the world to ‘find herself’. It sounded like an excuse to get rid of her to Dalisme but she didn’t really have anything better to do.
She scanned her surroundings with her crimson eyes, nearly everywhere was white; she hated snow. Annoyed and cold she sat down on a wall and contemplated which direction to head in. She didn’t want to ask the rude locals where the inn was but despite the village’s sparseness it was difficult to find anything.
