***[POV: Priestess-Princess Lomdi]***
The outskirts of the city had been conquered by ice. Just like in the paintings of harsh winters made by the elusive but respected Penguin shifters. The royal palace held a few of them in its collection, traded over the years by some of our artists with those seaside birds.
I always thought the desolation of it looked miserable.
Cold paws, cold nose, ice on fur, snow stuck to ears, none of it suggested a pleasant experience. Even with none of that being a problem for me anymore… I still don't like what I'm seeing.
It could be the knobs of ice I know are cars. The ingenuity of these humans buried under nature. Or it could be the giant black scar through the city that I had to stare at while coming down a hill.
Kyrie explained what happened to me while riding, through what Claire had told her. The fire… and some numbers that are uncomfortable to hear. I admit I underestimated the potential for complications like that.
