Neeeeeeeeeron… she calls out to him, a voice on the wind. Neery, Neery, Neeeeeeeron! Even the accompanying amused chuckle is heard, more light-hearted and child-like than the former Warden has ever seen the now-twice Queen. Ah, but can he see her? Or is it just her voice, her laughter, her inadvertent summons echoing through the halls of the Citadel and down through the floor of the Kraai?
Come outside, she says as she rolls in a lingering pile of snow. Goddess, the cold feels good. Come play. They are friends, aren’t they? And siblings? And don’t siblings play? Face up, the blonde woman waits, her face turned to a partly cloudy night sky, her fingers digging as deep as she can into the last remnants of Deepfrost as if her life depended on it.
Come outside, she says as she rolls in a lingering pile of snow. Goddess, the cold feels good. Come play. They are friends, aren’t they? And siblings? And don’t siblings play? Face up, the blonde woman waits, her face turned to a partly cloudy night sky, her fingers digging as deep as she can into the last remnants of Deepfrost as if her life depended on it.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
