ELENA
we had discovered
an accursed country.
an accursed country.
Hunting during Deepfrost was impossible. Between the cold and the snow, the likelihood that one would die before even seeing prey was high. So, in a way, the tragedy of the previous weeks couldn't have come at a worse time. People were trapped together indoors with little escape. The usual Deepfrost activities were barely distractions, the destruction of the Palace and the death of the guards -- family and friends to many -- and Warden Weaver Hale weighing on minds which had little else to occupy themselves with.
So it was no surprise that the tavern was more active than usual. More people needed and wanted to drown the sorrow, the frustration, and the resentment rather than deal with them. Elena wasn't one of those people, usually -- not now at least. But she had her souls to mourn and it air of sorrow brought up memories that still made her leg ache as if freshly mauled.
She noticed the Hale boy coming in, looked up at the slam of the door, as many did. She even went back to her quiet drink for a while. He deserved to forget for a while as much as anyone there did. More than most. But she felt her gaze returning to the young man time and time again until, with a sigh, she pushed to her feet and walked up to the bar counter, bone cane thunking on the floor in counter-point with each step.
She stepped up beside him and knocked the head of her cane on the counter. "Another drink, please." Her mug filled, she remained by Korbin's side in silence for a moment, watching him out of the corner of her eye, noting the anger in his eyes and the way he slammed back each drink. After a few moments, she turned to look at him straight on and said, "This isn't the best place to stay the night. Might want to make sure you're conscious enough to walk to your bed."
So it was no surprise that the tavern was more active than usual. More people needed and wanted to drown the sorrow, the frustration, and the resentment rather than deal with them. Elena wasn't one of those people, usually -- not now at least. But she had her souls to mourn and it air of sorrow brought up memories that still made her leg ache as if freshly mauled.
She noticed the Hale boy coming in, looked up at the slam of the door, as many did. She even went back to her quiet drink for a while. He deserved to forget for a while as much as anyone there did. More than most. But she felt her gaze returning to the young man time and time again until, with a sigh, she pushed to her feet and walked up to the bar counter, bone cane thunking on the floor in counter-point with each step.
She stepped up beside him and knocked the head of her cane on the counter. "Another drink, please." Her mug filled, she remained by Korbin's side in silence for a moment, watching him out of the corner of her eye, noting the anger in his eyes and the way he slammed back each drink. After a few moments, she turned to look at him straight on and said, "This isn't the best place to stay the night. Might want to make sure you're conscious enough to walk to your bed."
we had found
the home of the blizzard
the home of the blizzard
