86th of Winter, 510 AV Energy drained, Alvina tread lightly on the thin ledge leading to the Blue Grotto, in search of a moment of peace. The young huntress had spent the entire day looking for game, an effort that ended up proving unfruitful. Even though winter was near its end, she along with most of the hunters in Kalinor were finding their jobs increasingly difficult. Somewhat disappointed from today's results, she found comfort in the fact that Spring was soon to come, and that the harsh winter would soon be over. Hopping down on precarious stone steps closer to the luminescent lake, she finally sat down on a ledge, letting her feet hang loosely above the pools. Her toes were about a foot away from the water as Alvina stared down into the depths of it, her dilated pupils seemingly looking straight through the bottom. With the soothing sound of the water rhythmically moving against the rocky surface, the woman found herself in an almost meditative state, lost in thought. The Blue Grotto was one of the more beautiful places in Kalinor, and Alvina couldn't help but wonder about the very definition of beauty. Other cultures and races surely had a different perspective on what they found beautiful; could it be that this dark cave was only admirable through the eyes of a Symenestra? She smiled to herself as she imagined seeing another city or region, how positively different it could be from anything she had ever seen. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to go into a bit of a daydream, remembering bits and pieces of what she had heard from conversing with various foreigners. |