Silver Creek -- i was fuckin' around while you were saving the world

quiet sounded good.  anything other than the bustle of tindome sounded good.  

shrouded in the wake of a mountain was a place where time stood still, and it almost felt holy in a way she couldn't describe.  like she didn't want to disturb it, but was going to anyway because zada was leading the way and she might as well.

lucky for them both, brienne had always been a small wolf, and tucking herself in she took a moment to breathe in the silence that the scene offered.  occasionally, the weight of ice would crack a branch from its resident tree, but other than that everything was stark, silent.

this is wonderful, she breathed, enamored by the wonderland.  she hadn't experienced winter since her amnesia, and in general did not care for its bitter cold.  but this was worth it.