The winter winds are suddenly cut with the frosty scents of a place far away. It smells suddenly of running water, of stone dust, and the stretched-silences that last forever beneath the aurora borealis.
Slowly, he comes into view. Tall and ominous of figure as he ever was, the man approached only until the hardened edges of his features are highlighted by the light case by the lantern, staff, and luxere. For a moment his lips flinch into a snarl, bi-coloured eyes like smooth stones int he crisp blue light of midnight.
"Leev him. And the lite. Cuhm—" His hand stretches from shadow into light, palm outstretched. Rather than tan and warm, it is grey and tattered, like elephant skin merely stretched over bone.
Slowly, he comes into view. Tall and ominous of figure as he ever was, the man approached only until the hardened edges of his features are highlighted by the light case by the lantern, staff, and luxere. For a moment his lips flinch into a snarl, bi-coloured eyes like smooth stones int he crisp blue light of midnight.
"Leev him. And the lite. Cuhm—" His hand stretches from shadow into light, palm outstretched. Rather than tan and warm, it is grey and tattered, like elephant skin merely stretched over bone.
