Who: Rey and Robb Stark Where: Roof of the Mandalay When: Sunday, 4/16, Early Evening/Sunset What: Failed missions Warnings: None
The sun would set soon. Rey would have felt it coming even if she were blind. The wind changed. The temperature changed. The whole desert seemed to reach out towards dusk, the one time of day when things were really livable in the vast waste. She'd thought...maybe hoped...that she would never feel herself reach for that coolness again. In the secret back corner of her mind she'd sworn she wouldn't. Yet here she was again. In the middle of the desert. Waiting for the sun to set. She sighed, and considered going back inside, but rejected the idea. She'd climbed far too many stairs to get out here to give up before the sun did. Leaning her elbows on the low wall that ringed the open space atop the building, she began to count breaths, waiting for the cool dark of night. Below her, on the ground, it had already fallen. But here, so high, a bit of day still lingered.