Dragoncrest Cliffs How is it not ice.

she lived for this weather with its cold and grim nature.

she had watched the skies bring in the storm. cherished it when the contents of the sea dumped over the land. it seemed someone else had not enjoyed it nearly as much as the marble had, though.

with a sharp eye she watched his soggy form.

you gonna croak already?

maybe she had spent too much time with sobeille and her dry, sharp comments.