Life is strange... (Roman)
05-17-2014, 06:07 AM
With the short time until Winter, the queen couldn't deny that she was worried. How would Tortuga survive the Winter? She knew in the North, the Winter was harsh, and God knows, it would snow more than it had in the Fall already. There was already a good couple of inches of snow that coated the ground, and she hated it. She was nearly constantly cursing as she patrolled the territory, just wanting to curl up in the den that she had constructed- away from the icky white residue. However, she had gotten in the habit of patrolling the borders quickly late in the night, and early in the morning- then variously throughout the day. That was what brought her out into the night, as the stars cast their white light against the snow. The indigo sky was littered with the small specks of light, and she couldn't deny their beauty. She caught the trace scent of one of her new members, and unconsciously she followed it, her tail wagging slightly in the air behind her. Once he came into view, she approached- coming to sit at his left side. Settling her haunches against the snow, she glanced up the sky. With a half smile she spoke, "Ser Barristan, how are you settling in?" Her soprano voice swirled in the dark air, billowing about them. Speech, |