#lessenil

i wept angel tears

side stories are in progress! hehe

Beleg knocked hurriedly at the door, bouncing from one foot to the other as though it would keep him warm. He only intended a small stroll in the fresh falling snow, but before he knew it he could hardly see a thing. The sweater and boots weren’t doing much to keep the cold air from freezing his bones. Within the last few minutes ice had mixed and fell with the snow, he could hear it like hail against the side of the house. It stung his face feeling almost hot. He continued to knock, louder and annoyingly fast. “Gods Niss, I’m dying out here!” Please let her be home.

A noise distracted him from his thoughts, and he lowered his bow, glancing around to see that he was no longer alone. “Mae govannen,” he offered to Lessenil, bending to retrieve his arrows. “Here to practice? I hope I am not in your way.”

“Am I now?” Miston grinned mischiviously. “That is quite an accomplishment if I do say so myself.”

Beleg lay on the forest floor, next to him a bloodied knife. He’d been out walking under the autumn leaves when a man had appeared and attacked him. There hadn’t been enough time to defend himself. Across from him lay the man, dead with an arrow through his chest, an arrow Beleg had not shot. And one of a make he did not recognize. He clutched at his leg, trying to stem the flow of blood. The pain from the man’s blade kept him on his back. He craned his neck around, breath sharp as he looked for the hidden archer. 

I hope I will I really don’t want to get sick D:

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