back home, she had been the courtier. ragyo's right hand. skilled. valued. her delicate paws could weave and spin tales from yarn and a needle. she could cast a tale through her fabric. build things from it's very roots, from it's very bones with just a sewing machine and silk.

she had brought some remnants of this life along with her when she ran away to the land of frost and snow. hidden in her scarf. a yarn and a needle. a measuring tape. she could have taken more, but packing too many things would only slow nui down. she wanted to ensure that she had a quick passage into snowbound's territory.

now, she had all the time in the world to gather the materials she needed. the same day of her joining, she was quick to settle into a cozy cabin located safely within the town's circle. she had spent her day dusting the debris-addled floor of the previously empty home, setting down carpets and rugs and bed sheets.

by the time she had everything perfect, she unfurled her items across the table with a lazy hum and thought about what was missing.

if she was going to create anything, she needed far more fabric.

the wind caressed her golden-hued fur, drops of snowflakes dancing around nui like broken butterflies. the snow underneath her paws was velvety and pliant beneath her feet, and it brought a welcome chill to her veins, numbing her senses.

with deep optics did she gaze around as she stepped out, wondering which shop she would go to next to collect material for her crafts.