Shimmering Sands fell in love over appalachain wine

the pride of skellige had not skipped lionel; he rankled a moment at sonder's bluntness, but hid it with a rueful grin. goldboy was right, wasn't he? "it did. and some of us didn't make it," he added, a bit darkly though that was the way it had always been back home. the strong lived. the weak did not.
"well fuckin' go then," he laughed in the next moment. holding sonder's eyes a moment, quizzical until he decided to take the dare, lionel mayfair tossed his proud head and dashed headlong into the incoming wave, wincing not once as he trudged out into the black water with its tongues of ice.