see she’s the typa girl siobhan wouldnt fuk with lmao

          ✖ Nights were still cold even near the end of Winter, the wind not as fierce but still capable of chilling an unprepared traveler to the bone. Kaeyonari had lived the entirety of his life in a warm climate, snow familiar but the sustained cold that went with it was a thing to be reckoned with. As a Crow his armor had mostly been tuned to circumstance of contract, not environment, && suddenly having to worry about staying warm was taxing. Mostly he managed, && when it was required of him to do his part for the Inquisition he either tried to stay on the move or avoid the cold as much as possible. This time the elf hadn’t been as lucky, trekking through wilderness past sundown, && finally he’d been forced to settle for awhile to make a fire.

     The forest is mostly silent, the lonely cries of wolves distant enough not to bother with. Kaey’s fire was small but effective, sheltered beneath a rocky outcropping to block the wind. With his bow laid across his lap he peered into the flames, both aware of his surroundings && bored with being alert. Though his sleep was erratic && something he didn’t deem necessary all the time he was susceptible to the exhaustion that went with missions, especially those in which he relied solely upon himself to get things done. If he could he would rest awhile, but dawn was approaching && when it did come he’d have to move on post haste; he’d been delayed enough already.