weathering_it with Runa

[volurofthehearth]

It's been a long, long Winter. If only it were anywhere near the end. No, it's already getting colder, windier, wilder. 

So far Runa has kept up with Isidor's regime of constant toil and pressure. That woman is a diamond, made by an unquenchable inner fire and immense stress. Runa is not. There is only so much she can do before she feels the absence of her sisters and father. It's a cliché, but surrounded by people, she feels most alone. She just wants one moment, one quiet moment to share with a friend.

Which is why, on the calmest of days so far, she takes the calm as an opportunity to go outside and hunt for at least part of what she yearns for. Viatorus is bound strictly to a small area, but she's free. With him safely by Isidor's side, she can walk the snowy streets and wander to where she knows friends are. She knocks on the door and takes a step back. Thankfully she knows how to dress for the snow. Her thick yellow coat, green hat and tall, thick boots keep her warm while she waits.

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[weathering_it]

By now the Weatherhills aren't the only ones taking refuge in this particular building, but they are by far the most numerous group. It's only sensible probability that it's one of them to greet her.

Today, it's Anna. A suspicious Anna squinting through a little crack in the door before she recognize the face on the other side and hurriedly throws it open.

"Runa!" she says, her voice raspy and tired despite her excitement. "Didn't expect to see you today. I guess you're looking for my brother?"