Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140816012034

The landscapes had changed a bit since the last time she was there. She couldn't notice any real visual changes, but somehow she could just feel that things were... amiss.

''I remember there used to be a bunch of pine trees over there that looked almost like monsters, but someone have cut them down now. Maybe that's for the best. I was so scared of them when I was a child. I am still scared of them...''

Further up the road was the Snow-Fogs' cottage. The family which lived closest to the them. She remembered her father's constant bickering with Skugil Snow-Fog. Both were drunks and both were very unpleasant men. But she remembered Grita Snow-Fog, Skugil's daughter. She and her had been close friends back in the day. She wondered if the was still living the house.

She stopped at the road just outside the cottage and looked at Corentin. "I will just pop by to say hello to my old friend. This won't take long."