[se] backyard green tree cemetery dawns

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah gets down drown from the tree as Wessex approaches. Pulling the last few leaves from himself, he raises an eyebrow. "Really? Fun." His tone is bone dry and he has to restrain from rolling his eyes. Tradition my ass. Still cranky but willing to socialize, he replies to her inquiry nonetheless. "I was asleep." His previous annoyance still creeps into his voice. "Until the whole screaming bit." Sah lets out a deep sigh, trying to temper his still simmering anger. He hated to be woken up abruptly. "But what brings you out here anyway?" What would bring the queen of Hallowed Grounds all the way out here? A thought occurs and Sah's brows furrow, his tone turning grim. "I'm going to take a guess your presence has something to do with the coming war?" The word war is spoken with pure disdain and exhaustion. The kind that only comes from firsthand experience and a resulting hatred of war. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie