Oct. 13th, 2016

freedom_is_grey: (the fade)
Ysalwen sleeps, curled into a small ball, her face pressed tight to Liranan's flank, dampening his fur with the remnants of tears.

She wakes on a mountaintop, cloak wrapped loosely around her, unbraided hair snapping wild in the wind.

She is not alone.
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