super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
Visibility was poor, and her fingers her long since frozen even in their fur-lined mittens. Even with her thick woolen scarf wrapped up around her mouth and nose, Peony felt the cold all the way down through her throat and into her lungs. Still, she gripped her rod with determination as she trudged along after the fighter accompanying her. She had been one of the first at the gates an hour ago and had set out with a group including other fighters and mages and a bard or two, but with the onset of darkness and the blizzard, people had become separated. Now, it was only the two of them with their backs to the city's paling. |