To Hell in a Blizzard

*Basileus* · 02-08-2016, 04:34 PM

Where was home? Too damn far away, that was for sure. For a moment he gazed ruefully out into the storm. The howling winds, his brush with death...they made the distance feel impossible. Curse Enrico and his cowardice! If he had accepted his disgrace like a man instead of tucking tail and fleeing Basileus wouldn't be freezing his ass off in a cave. "Very far from here." His gaze went back to Serefina. Her presence lessened the sting of his situation.

The woman launched into a story - one he struggled to follow. Basileus got the gist of it. His eyes widened at her pantomime. "Il naso?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Pazza!" He'd never had a need to disfigure, so the removal of a nose had never crossed his mind. That was a method of punishment he'd certainly be considering in the future.

She seemed as thrilled about their circumstances as he was. He understood that this wasn't her home either, which begged the question: why was she here? "Why then are you, a beautiful woman, in this..." Basileus gestured around him. "..grotta, cold and wet? Why not home? Warm."

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