January 02, 2025, 04:09 PM
look. he watches the flick of her ear, the movement of her gaze, the lift of her brow, her scant smile, the way the wind sifts through her fur.
listen. she asks what he seeks, and evenfall chews on the question.
feel. even now, sol worked to warm the air so this icy mist—which nearly permeated the winterborn's coat—would clear. it was sol who greeted evenfall each day, and it was sol who bid him goodnight each evening. though he had been born in the year's darkest season, evenfall had never felt far from his beloved god.
listen. she asks what he seeks, and evenfall chews on the question.
to spread the word of our god, sol.
feel. even now, sol worked to warm the air so this icy mist—which nearly permeated the winterborn's coat—would clear. it was sol who greeted evenfall each day, and it was sol who bid him goodnight each evening. though he had been born in the year's darkest season, evenfall had never felt far from his beloved god.
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