Raavi could feel the nerves taking over her like waves. She could never rest her mind or somewhat be at ease with the situation when she knew full well that what she’s about to partake in needs her utmost attention. Disbelief settles in on her as she stared at her surroundings, changing to a land of ice and cold. The icy landscape stretched out before Raavi. The bitter cold bit at her skin, and the desolation of the frozen land mirrored the chill in her heart. Her breath formed visible clouds in the frigid air.
Novaria has an endless winter. Ever since the Great War, the place had always been that way. With snow seen wherever the eyes could reach, Raavi feels unsafe despite the number of guards and Dragons accompanying her. Kyertaks may only be lurking, as well as mages.
Turning her head
