#atehell

This kingdom was more beautiful than they’d anticipated, but seemed no less rife with war and conflict than even Wallachia. The forests bordering the immense city itself sloped from a seeming hill whereat a great, white castle crowned its zenith. Sypha paused from their trek, lowering their hood for a better look. The Warakiya Staff was lowered, a repose while they contemplated the vast territory that spanned grandly before them. 

Much of him was sure Casca was dissociating, mired in something as hellish as he thoughts could only be. From what she’d told him of her life, of what he could discern, she’d never lived an easy one. Fraught with difficulties and trauma and abuses from the very first day, it was a wonder she’d emerged as strongly as she had now. At the balcony did she stand, lost in deep and distant thoughts and a lack of reality as he gently steered her away from it, hands upon her shoulders and guiding her back inside--where it was warm and less bitten by the cold.