Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 5:17:07 GMT
give me time and give me space
Icicles were beginning to form on Ashley's hat.
He shivered, drawing his serape around him and shaking off the fresh layer of snow that had settled on it within the last hour. The pine trees that dotted the landscape jutted out like pillars of white around him, drawing him deeper into Lanayru's frozen winter hall. His horse plodded along very slowly, and he had to roll down his shirt sleeve underneath his gauntlet to prevent it from sticking to the skin of his arm. His puffs of breath were tinged with the cement gray of his smoke, and he could feel his horse shivering underneath him, despite the blanket that he had placed underneath the saddle to drape around the flank.
"Damn unnatural cold." He muttered to himself, shivering and rubbing his horse's neck. The pale sunlight drifting through the snow was beginning to wane as the day expired, and he was having to shake the snow off more often as the storm picked up. His gloves were almost frozen around the reigns of his horse, and he could nearly feel the icicles forming on his nose. He had taken to the East in an attempt to sniff out any jobs and reestablish the Mercenary Guild's presence in the East, but as he sat shivering in his boots and nearly dead from the cold, he severely regretted not sending one of his men.
"There's gotta be a place around here to rest." he mumbled, attempting to peer around but not being able to see much of anything. Being adapted to Southern and Central Hyrule weather, the cool of Ordonian forests and the pleasant warmth of Eldin ridges were a stark contrast to the shivering chill that was currently dwelling in the lake basin of Lanayru. He frowned. A darker spot lingered through the snow at the edge of his vision, and he pulled the reigns toward it. As he neared it, he realized it was a cave. He pulled his horse readily towards the mouth of the dark pore of the cliffs, peering inside to make sure it wasn't inhabited. In the snow behind him, he heard the crunching of snow under feet. He stopped, motionless, waiting for the sound to continue. It did. He whirled his horse around, neighing, rising up, and turning to face the source of the noise. When nothing presented itself, his hand flew to his side and attempted to draw his sword, but it was frozen solid in its scabbard, and he nearly yanked his arm out trying. Grimacing, he withdrew a knife from his belt and held it at the ready.
"Who's there?" he asked, scanning the rapidly falling snow.
He shivered, drawing his serape around him and shaking off the fresh layer of snow that had settled on it within the last hour. The pine trees that dotted the landscape jutted out like pillars of white around him, drawing him deeper into Lanayru's frozen winter hall. His horse plodded along very slowly, and he had to roll down his shirt sleeve underneath his gauntlet to prevent it from sticking to the skin of his arm. His puffs of breath were tinged with the cement gray of his smoke, and he could feel his horse shivering underneath him, despite the blanket that he had placed underneath the saddle to drape around the flank.
"Damn unnatural cold." He muttered to himself, shivering and rubbing his horse's neck. The pale sunlight drifting through the snow was beginning to wane as the day expired, and he was having to shake the snow off more often as the storm picked up. His gloves were almost frozen around the reigns of his horse, and he could nearly feel the icicles forming on his nose. He had taken to the East in an attempt to sniff out any jobs and reestablish the Mercenary Guild's presence in the East, but as he sat shivering in his boots and nearly dead from the cold, he severely regretted not sending one of his men.
"There's gotta be a place around here to rest." he mumbled, attempting to peer around but not being able to see much of anything. Being adapted to Southern and Central Hyrule weather, the cool of Ordonian forests and the pleasant warmth of Eldin ridges were a stark contrast to the shivering chill that was currently dwelling in the lake basin of Lanayru. He frowned. A darker spot lingered through the snow at the edge of his vision, and he pulled the reigns toward it. As he neared it, he realized it was a cave. He pulled his horse readily towards the mouth of the dark pore of the cliffs, peering inside to make sure it wasn't inhabited. In the snow behind him, he heard the crunching of snow under feet. He stopped, motionless, waiting for the sound to continue. It did. He whirled his horse around, neighing, rising up, and turning to face the source of the noise. When nothing presented itself, his hand flew to his side and attempted to draw his sword, but it was frozen solid in its scabbard, and he nearly yanked his arm out trying. Grimacing, he withdrew a knife from his belt and held it at the ready.
"Who's there?" he asked, scanning the rapidly falling snow.
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