Jun 26, 2017
(damnedscaledcoin) “Don’t do that. You’ll get warm. Then you’ll get sleepy. Then you’ll get dead.” to Amitiel or Lahabiel, whoever you're more in the mood to use.
Amitiel looked up from where she was seated, on the snow near a trail leading up a still-snowy mountain. She wasn’t dressed for the cold, in a yellow sundress, but didn’t really care. She hadn’t expected anyone to be up here, except Lahabiel, of course, when he returned.
She set aside her book.
“You should hope my brother doesn’t see you with me,” she said in response.
