|Si has already started to (deteriorate) wrote in doors,|
@ 2013-12-10 03:09:00
|Entry tags:||belle, briar rose, rose red, wolf|
[public, as Belle]
[In her only slightly improved hand.] The cold has settled in bones. The sky is polished, violently clear. If any poor soul lacks shelter from winter's spite, I have leased a room in the inn in the village on the dead forest's edge. Though it is smallish, the room, with walls that cant together and one straw-stuffed mattress, it is clean and warm, and open to any who need it or desire it.
I am armed here with a recipe for a fire-warmed chocolate drink, extra quilts, and several beautiful texts, all of which are offered to any and all as well.