The Wall you should have forgotten my name the day you heard it

Falling must not be so different, she thinks,never-bleary, from drowning;
there is the initial descent, and whether the thrashing is of your figure’s own desperate machinations or the elements’ tousling is of no true concern, at that point; and if air and water have glut themselves within your lungs, then surely it has done away with one’s chords; thus, no screams to be had, and no breath to be taken. Your mind leaves you, then, within a dark that ushers all of yourself from yourself before your body hits the earth that is the root of the mountain or the chamber of the loch.

And here  —  where it is so very high to her heavens, as it had been in the haven of her foremothers, Andraste cannot resist the lull of longing, lashes veiling  —  rocked fathomless to near slumber that had so eluded her for hours past;

Snowshoe paws; void winter air;
stupid and spent and sleepless—!