WESSEX
LongNight draws near again. It always does; time has no intention of stopping for them. And though she has no need to collect snow moss to dampen footsteps or block out stray beams of light, there is something both morbidly comforting in doing it again. Besides… the Barracks could probably use something to plug the bits that mortar missed, or has since been chipped away. Surely some other houses might need some repairing - or warming - too.
With a large basket and several knives in tow, the General heads out into the Woodlands to seek the old places she knows well. She makes clear tracks across a cover of newly fallen snow, the crunching of her boots becoming more muffled the deeper into the trees she goes. For the most part, she thinks she’s alone - and that’s just fine with her - that is, until she comes across another pair of footprints.
Huh. Curious...
With a large basket and several knives in tow, the General heads out into the Woodlands to seek the old places she knows well. She makes clear tracks across a cover of newly fallen snow, the crunching of her boots becoming more muffled the deeper into the trees she goes. For the most part, she thinks she’s alone - and that’s just fine with her - that is, until she comes across another pair of footprints.
Huh. Curious...
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
