Junior Member
EXP: 3,900, Level: 2
Level completed: 64%,
EXP required for next Level: 1,100
Ettermire was the city that never slept. Even though night had fallen hours ago, the lights of the metropolis cut through the darkness. She could see it in the distance, the sky above lit by the muted glow of electric bulbs. If nothing else, the woman appreciated the ease with which she had found Alerar's capital. While she had never visited before, it was nearly impossible to miss it in travel.
Weeks of moving about left Josette Hawkes exhausted, and eager to settle in one place for eve a short while. Ettermire would not typically draw her attention, as the memories big cities awoke never ceased to unsettle her. But if the events in Salvar made her a wanted woman, losing herself amid the chaos might be a good idea. The plea for aid had also lured her southward. Increased levels of pollution threatened the health and safety of the city's residents, and the call had been to individuals who could design, construct, and distribute respirators. Josette was no engineer, but there was a chance her healing magic might be useful. Recent events had prompted her to explore her abilities, and this was perhaps her most volatile, and least practiced magic.
The deep breath she drew hinted at the pollution that choked the region; the slight chill of night filled her lungs, but it lacked the clean crispness she had grown accustomed to. This air was reminiscent of Radasanth, the same poison she had breathed for for the first fourteen years of her life. Subconsciously, the woman crossed her arms tightly against her chest.
It was not unease at the darkness that prompted the gesture. On the contrary, the knight was no stranger to Althanas' witching hours. That trait, she realized suddenly, she shared with another nearby. Josette paused to watch a lantern bob along, its owner too far off to be identified. Working late, she mused, preparing to move on once more.
The high pitched scream stopped her.