at the urn of andraste quest
Oct. 27th, 2011 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityShe lit the fire with the taper and they stood there a the flames rose. Alistair warmed his hands, then caught himself, blushed, and clasped them behind his back. It seemed sacrilegious to use Her holy brazier as a campfire.
Though he was cold. He shivered in his armor, the sweat from the last fight turning to ice on his skin. Wind wailed through shattered gaps in the snow that roofed the temple, and the weak sunlight that crept through the windows was a pale blue, sickly and diluted. He shivered again and moved closer to Mairen, who was studying the massive door that locked them from the back of the shrine and whatever bloody secrets the cultists were hiding in the ice.
Though he was cold. He shivered in his armor, the sweat from the last fight turning to ice on his skin. Wind wailed through shattered gaps in the snow that roofed the temple, and the weak sunlight that crept through the windows was a pale blue, sickly and diluted. He shivered again and moved closer to Mairen, who was studying the massive door that locked them from the back of the shrine and whatever bloody secrets the cultists were hiding in the ice.