( A simple thing, born of generations of educated hubris: the men of Cloud Recesses do not bow their backs to spirits, do not flee them. They compel, they tame. The monster between them is not the one devoid of flesh.
He waits, briefly transfixed, for Wrathion to complete his search, starting the slow preparations of righting the many wrongs that have burdened his silks with cold water, his limbs with frost. First, a piece of talisman parchment ignited to warm him — insufficient to defend him from the worst of the chills, though his core will anticipate that danger.
Then, more clumsily, he starts to drip his steps after Wrathion, to move and force himself into motion. )
She bore a likeness to the missing woman. ( Whether he would name her Haiva's, Deimar's or her own is another matter. ) She felt... distraught.
( As spirits ever do, denied their closure. But then: ) Resigned.
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( A simple thing, born of generations of educated hubris: the men of Cloud Recesses do not bow their backs to spirits, do not flee them. They compel, they tame. The monster between them is not the one devoid of flesh.
He waits, briefly transfixed, for Wrathion to complete his search, starting the slow preparations of righting the many wrongs that have burdened his silks with cold water, his limbs with frost. First, a piece of talisman parchment ignited to warm him — insufficient to defend him from the worst of the chills, though his core will anticipate that danger.
Then, more clumsily, he starts to drip his steps after Wrathion, to move and force himself into motion. )
She bore a likeness to the missing woman. ( Whether he would name her Haiva's, Deimar's or her own is another matter. ) She felt... distraught.
( As spirits ever do, denied their closure. But then: ) Resigned.