Zane, God of Ice

*Musa gasps and shivers a little from the cold chill. Grasping her the mug housing her spiked hot apple cider a little tighter in her hands as the cold spreads through her body. She is wearing a heavy black cloak over her clothes to help her stay warm from the winter air outside the tavern. Her nose and fingertips are still red from the cold weather. With the snow still caked to her cloak it looks like she has been traveling for some time and came here for refuge.* *There are whispers around the tavern about her presence. Saying things like, "The witch," or, "that filthy cursed thing," but Musa pays none of them any mind. Instead she quietly sips her hot beverage clasped in her hands.* "I suppose I've stayed my welcome already." *She mumbles to herself. Despite her calm and collected demeanor, her scarlet eyes reflect a loneliness that has been seeded inside her for a long time.*

*Musa turns her attention to Zane as he announces for all to hear in the packed tavern. She presses her lips together, keeping her mouth shut despite his kindness. Scarlet irises stay on him a little longer than needed. She can tell he is a god, being able to see the powerful aura around him while the humans can't.* *The crowd of people inside the tavern don't seem pleased with Zane after his announcement but don't argue either. Some go quiet as others grumble under their breath. All of them who were talking about Musa turn their conversations to other topics. A rowdy group enters the packed tavern and see there aren't enough seats for them. Before they leave Musa speaks up,* "You can take these seats here." *She calls out to them. Getting out of the booth herself to give them the room they need to enjoy their night. Holding her hot beverage close, Musa walks over to Zane and sits across from him without a word. Keeping her head down as she does.*