I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
Is this deja vu? Does history actually repeat itself? A question far too philosophical for the moment, which is little more than a mad dash across the ever-frozen slope. Nothing but her feet churning against the slick, snow-covered ground and a bone-chilling wind she doesn’t quite feel raking across her face. Doing the best she can to keep her footing, she’s learned by now that you can’t dodge a dragon, so though the Wraith constantly glances skyward, it’s only so that she might know what’s coming. Be it fire, a thief, to brace herself for a change in scenery, or for it all to go dark.
Still, she sprints on.
Still, she sprints on.
WESSEX
