It's a strange fit
10-11-2013, 01:59 AM
Abelinda seemed rather peaceful in her spot, it was indeed warm. Outside the snow had stopped falling, but it covered the ground in a large blanket. He could see how he could have died last night, had he been where he was. After waiting a few more minutes he slightly nudged the lady on nose to try and wake her. "Lady Abelinda, the sun has risen." He didn't know if she enjoyed sleeping more than being awake but, they should have gotten plenty of it last night. The sun was well into the sky, so it had seemed they had slept in, but it made his wounds feel far better than they were. "The sky has finally stopped spewing snow." He noted half to himself, waiting for Abelinda. Since he didn't want to move unless she was awake, if he moved now her head could possibly hit the floor rather hard. She was still Isar's sister, so he had to be careful, otherwise the king would certainly have his head. In which Oddity was over the thought of Isar killing him, he'd rather live, and get stronger so that he'd stop having to deal with these wounds all over his body. Speech, |