Returning to her homeland had been a bit disorienting to say the least. It had been years since she’d set foot in Reim and somehow Ayero was having trouble deciding whether things seemed familiar or not. It was refreshing to get away from the arid desert scape after spending so many months under the oppressive Heliohapt sun, but she still felt like an outsider in her own country. If she could even call it that—Ayero was no die-hard Reim patriot, never really feeling the pride of belonging to a country after being raised in an isolated mountain village.
She was shocked to see that upon her arrival in Remano, life seemed to continue as if Kou hadn’t taken control of the capital and thus the empire itself. She did begin to notice the influx of Kou citizens though by their affluent dress, suddenly all too aware that her own clothing was heavily Kou inspired. On her first night in the city she traded her short cheongsam for a set of clothes more in line with her warrior demeanor. Though more revealing, her garments allowed for a greater freedom of movement without worry that they should tear seeing as her breastplate as well as the armor at her waist were sturdily forged.
The events that had taken place in Remano were relayed to her over the past few days from supposed first-hand accounts and whispered stories. Then there was talk of a ball surrounding the new king’s coronation, something that had piqued her interest. She didn’t know what the takeover would mean for Reim and her family, but perhaps if she were to attend she may catch a glimpse of this new ruler and hear what he had to say regarding the state the country was in. Hence why she was meandering around the marketplace, half searching for some appropriate attire, half wondering when she should set out on the arduous journey to the mountains and her family.