Moonsong Glacier ⁴man hlaruva rávëa súrë?

repost, hour or so after this
Dated 28th Sept. @Andromaque!

        When the stricken had last visited those honeyed pastures, the Weald had been given portions of quarry, a hide, and a tertiary member; and Andraste knew then that was no more luck to be had here. As usual ... that had not enough to sway her, even if the earth could.

        amidst the gilded fronds which she so favored to lurk beneath, the churning of the world now cast her upon its heaving planes with a rattle of bones. Several times did she try to rise, spine a brightburn of an aching anguish; and for several seizing heartbeats did she return to holding fast; pearlmade claws embedding into quivering loam, not to risk the peril of such a landing once more. ... And still yet in the silence that followed, had her mind not been so thoroughly sundered, she might reiterate peril.

        But the silver had since lurched to her paws, shaken, stirred; stumbling and seething as the first of many elk commenced their flight in a fine frenzy. Through the earthshatter of allquarry, by another unnamed miracle she’s grappled onto high ground in the form of cleft boulders; ears vanished into her ruff with a furious fright; halfsight wide and wild and

        now the starlit flits further, as far from the thunderhooves as she may be.

Misted me'mry harkens to her, here; but in these shivering halls, she only knows that she must return to her Weald and her wolves.