A girl named Avril lived alone on the Consecrated Snowfield.
Living alone in the snow was never easy.
Especially for this girl named Avril, whose health was poor.
She was frail, her face was dark, and the circles beneath her eyes were particularly severe.
She seemed utterly lifeless.
Living alone also meant that other people were unwilling to spend much time around her.
The snowfield's wind and snow were cold enough already.
Getting closer to her made people feel even colder.
So her greatest expenses were firewood, charcoal, and other things she could burn.
Only beside a fireplace with a fire going could she feel a little more comfortable.
Rumor had it that she came from Castle Sol.
After all, the jewelry she had brought out to sell after arriving here was not something found in ordinary places.
Usually, only large cities had people selling such things.
"Cough, cough."
Avril trembled as she shoveled the snow outside her door.
After Radahn's invasion, the snowfield had been left in a terrible state.
The avalanches alone had been more than many people could bear.
Fortunately, the place where she lived had barely been affected. Still, part of the town had been buried in snow.
At first, she could not even open her door. She had climbed out through a window and joined everyone in clearing the snow before they slowly dug her house out.
Faced with disaster, everyone united and worked together. They had no time to shun Avril.
After all, she merely gave people an unpleasant feeling.
She was quite hardworking when helping out with jobs.
She earned a meager income to support herself.
This lonely girl could still stir people's compassion.
Although it was cold, many people were drenched in sweat after working for a while. They grew so hot