Berryzem

Our story begins in Asterglean. A brisk morning beckoning. Warm and misty. Light, just beginning to filter through the surrounding forest. However, before the town had fully awakened, a certain household was already a buzz. “My flower, let’s go,” Adeem, a strong-looking man blessed by an arctic wolf and red azalea flowers, called and scratched the side of his head while waiting by the front door. A woman with dark long hair tapering into a vibrant purple ran out of the kitchen. She fixed some of the beads that adorned her outfit and straightened her bangs. “I’ll be there in just a moment! Did you pack an extra pair of socks? I heard they have hot baths-” He chuckled. “We have enough clothes to last a week and a half and I would be really surprised if we were unable to do laundry there. I think it will be all right.” “Of course, of course,” she sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh!” She swiveled around and began to power walk back into the kitchen. “Before we head