trouvaille: (ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ)
wynne-york, gwenaëlle. ([personal profile] trouvaille) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird 2016-03-04 03:34 am (UTC)

( the staff stops gwenaëlle in her tracks, more than anything else; apostate? inquisition? they're all apostates, now, and how is she supposed to know who's who? she wishes there were a templar. not to do anything, just - in case of the necessity of doing something, that's what they're for. she'd take that sneering elf, even, but she lost her footing running from the bear and now she isn't sure where she is, much less where anyone else is.

she's going to die in the hinterlands, probably, it's not even going to be an interesting death. they won't find her body for months. her father will probably die of grief, which will serve him right for sending her here. )


Well, it is ice,

( a bit waspishly, wrapping her arms around herself. )

Ice breaks.

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