Zillia felt strange in the middle of this "festival." There were many fae left and right, laughing heartily with joy and pleasure. They played and ate too much, but for what reason? She grunted as her mind failed to think of a reason for such happiness.
They were in the winter, so why waste so many resources so frivolously? It wasn't as if they could just burrow under the ground and reach Yggdrasil's own pocket gardens where wood and other things lay… 'Unless…'
They hunted, so they knew a way to gather animals. It meant they knew a location where a cancerous root of Yggdrasil was located; it expanded and grew into a minor pocket realm of its own.
'A dead realm that didn't realize it is dead. It still is better than this storm.' Zillia grimaced while she drowned herself in thoughts. In truth, she tried to "ponder" and "think" like Kyrie often does for a very grim reason.
