THIRD PERSON POV:
Ariel was beyond excited to be home and see her family. Walking through the snowy streets surrounded by broken and damaged homes. Her heart ached for her people and all the losses she knows they've suffered. She hadn't from her family in months, the trade routes have been disrupted, and paper has become expensive, so it makes sense their resources went to repairs vs writing. The reception was bad out here, so phones were almost useless. Writing with animal curriers were the most efficient. But with the rogues targeting trade routes and here, it' probably hard to come by, maybe the rogues have been stealing the mail too. She knew there was a good reason there's been silence for so long.
She arrived at her front door, her house was still in pretty decent condition, considering many of the other structures weren't very sound. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.
