Living on the Edge

The sun was already far below the surface, and the moon had begun to rise in the sky. Her presence brightened the cold streets of Cear Scion. It was far different from what Maze had expected. That was what fascinated the young woman. The stories about the North had been about savages and tyrants. Sure, it was definitely far rougher than the south, but savages and tyrants? That's not how Maze would describe it now. Life was harsh and cold here. It was something Maze admired. She hadn't been here long, so she was still trying to discover Cear Scion. Her journey with the travelers had brought her here, and Maze had started it without really being prepared. She had managed to get a warmer attire, made of bear fur, deer's leather and fox pelt. And that of the little reserve she had left from the south. She'd started to discover that performance art wasn't a thing in the North. It was good to feel lost.

And so she walked the dark streets, brightened by the little light given by the moon. She looked up at the sky, breathing in all the insecurities life held for her. Where'd she go? What would her destiny be? What did life have in store for her? She didn't know and that was just how she liked it. She'd find a way to live in the North as she was a survivor. But she no longer wanted to live life as a criminal or a murderer. She'd left that behind.