okay so yeah i disappeared for a while

sorry

been busy with recitals and the next chapter of wltla

im like, halfway done btw

but yeah

so

definitely not gonna update every day, srry abt that

also uhh minor sppilers for wltla here, in terms of a certain hunter and a warlock i will most definitely be introducing soon (or mentioning, at least)

basically just

same universe as my other fic, so expect references to it and possible (minor) spoilers

moving on

~o:O:o~

It had been several weeks, now.

Close to a month, at that.

The City would be beginning the Dawning celebrations, soon.

She pulled her hood down further, swaddling herself in her cloak as she trekked on through the frozen waste. Snow whirled around her, biting at her exposed cheeks and ears. She could not feel her hands any longer.

There was no shelter in sight, as far as she could see. Then again, visibility was limited to a few meager feet with the sudden blizzard. She clutched her rifle like a lifeline.

Did she regret leaving the City behind?

No.

Did she wish she were in a streetside bar some nights, goading some over-confident and drunken Guardian on with her jabs?

Yes.

Had she done the right thing?

She hoped so.

All of it—the sacrifice, the pain, the death—all of it would have been for naught if she went back now.

She trekked on, through the snow clinging to her legs and scattered throughout her hair, through ice cracking underneath the soles of her boots and melted snow freezing against her neck.

She would not turn back now.

The blizzard battered on.

Let it snow, she though dryly, but there was nothing humorous of her situation.

If her numbers were to be trusted, and if her tracker was trustworthy, the abandoned bunker should still be another two days off by foot. There, she could take the ship Haytham and Connor had left for her to Old Chicago and meet up with them there. They, in the meantime, were somewhere west. They hadn't told her where they were off to, only that they needed to meet someone important.

Why did they have to leave now, of all times?

Her mood soured slightly at the thought.

Her sparrow had broken two days prior—somewhat frozen fingers and a press for time had held her back from repairing it. She needed to be in the Americas before they began.

The blizzard battered on.

She spotted something not far from her—a small copse of trees, faded and indistinct but no more than fifteen feet away from where she stood. She turned to look in the direction she had come. Already, her tracks were nearly buried in the constant snowfall.

With no other cover in sight, she made way for the trees. It would be slightly warmer there, but there was the danger of being buried under snow falling from branches. She would need to dig a small trench again that night. Perhaps she would be able to find enough dry wood and needles to light a small fire. Tea would be a welcome comfort, then.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she dunked under the low hanging branches. She needed to hurry. No fire tonight—she didn't have the time, and there was the risk of being seen by others. She almost laughed at that—it would have been nothing short of Traveler's miracle should that ever occur. She shook the thought away as she dug her frozen fingers into the snow.

She had a mission, and she would complete it.

The blizzard battered on.

She would push through.

~o:O:o~

and yeah, this isnt a character you guys know

she'll be appearing soon :))

(and yeah its hella short but)

anyways

yeah, its the kenways

theyre up to something

cya tomorrow maybe