Verena stood in front of an uninterrupted floor-to-ceiling glass window of her cabin staring at the endless blue above her while below it was an endless green. On her hand is a teacup that she just had refilled.
Her cabin stood atop a hill and though it was not located in the winter part of Astraea, it was chilly because of its elevation. A thick shawl was wrapped around her fragile-looking body but it was just in appearance. Verena might look old and fragile but she is still as strong as a twenty-year-old woman.
"What should we do, Verena?" She heard someone ask from behind her. She took a moment to enjoy the privilege in front of her even though it was a scene that greeted her every day.
