        Not that it mattered to Gilda. Trudging through the frozen winds with hesitant steps, she had more important things to worry about. She always reminded herself that she was already in deep, that her savings were dwindling into nothingness. Even if she was back at home, in Aquilamra, the frigid northern city where she was born, she would not expect any financial support from her family. Her sire definitely made it clear when he wouldn’t even recommend her to the Wind Knights, stating she had ‘grown too soft to be a proper soldier’. 