The Wall i put my fears inside

the answer the half-beast offers to his question is a literal one; drawing a small disdainful frown upon ingram's lips. the half-beast calls herself newborn and mentions something she calls a godly son. an actual child or something else?

though ingram could draw a rough line between the dots of information the half-beast offers him, he ceases being able to do so as she keeps speaking, ice cracking beneath her large paws.

a soul? her's? and winter's breath. the months of hoarfrost hold tight, kicking up the soft wind that breathes down his spine, more notable here upon the wall that overlooks his kingdom.

speak plainly, halfbeast. commands the daedra prince, as if his authority reached up here in the wilds of the wall.