It’s the Anderfels lodge again: except by now the eyrie’s been built, eluvian relocated, griffons trained to fly through it, and the rooms aired out and swept and dusted, the lodge having become a fully-usable Riftwatch outpost. After Satinalia, the passing of the calendar ticking towards Haring means the weather turning quick like deserts do: the blistering heat of the Blasted Hills becoming frigid cold instead, snow starting to pile in the mountains. In the mornings, there’s frost on the windowpanes and Astrid often has to grab a shovel and dig out their front door.
And she’s happier than Xio’s ever seen her, is the thing.
Tonight, she kicks her way back in, shaking snow off her furs; a far cry from her sweating misery in the summer. They’re on watch rotation during the day, but the too-large, too-empty lodge remains cold at night, so they’ve lit the fireplace in one of the smaller parlours, creating a warm nook away from the drafty halls. It’s as good a spot as any for mulled wine, hot drinks, ghost stories: whiling away the time after the sun sets.
“Found some more blankets,” Astrid declares, and tosses another an oversize bear fur pelt over Xio’s shoulders before she stomps over to the fireplace, ripping off her gloves, warming her hands anew. “Don’t tell your Caballero.”
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May I ask what manner of bribery one might be required to engage in to persuade you to share your existing knowledge of Qunlat?
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And she’s happier than Xio’s ever seen her, is the thing.
Tonight, she kicks her way back in, shaking snow off her furs; a far cry from her sweating misery in the summer. They’re on watch rotation during the day, but the too-large, too-empty lodge remains cold at night, so they’ve lit the fireplace in one of the smaller parlours, creating a warm nook away from the drafty halls. It’s as good a spot as any for mulled wine, hot drinks, ghost stories: whiling away the time after the sun sets.
“Found some more blankets,” Astrid declares, and tosses another an oversize bear fur pelt over Xio’s shoulders before she stomps over to the fireplace, ripping off her gloves, warming her hands anew. “Don’t tell your Caballero.”
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