Blacktail Deer Plateau she got married to a boy like you

didn't sound like it. ingram remarks teasingly, offering her a coy grin as he catches the blue eye peering back at him moments after her small huff.

will there be enough time before the first frost? ingram inquires in a low, contemplative rumble. he is by no means a naturalist but he remembers enough of his first winter to know that it took a heavy toll upon the foliage not equipped to deal with the frost and the biting chill.

some plants thrived but many died until the first frostmelt of spring.

seaweed is in ample supply along the coast. that, at least, she would have no issue restocking. but that it was sometimes a tasty treat was about the extent of ingram's horticulture knowledge.

if your atka and sos do not mind sharing sacrosanct ground with the daedra, i say keep the alters in the same place. a holy place among the woods where all may offer and pray and revel.