Ysalwen Surana, Warden-Commander of Ferelden (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freedom_is_grey) wrote2016-10-17 07:12 pm
freedom_is_grey) wrote2016-10-17 07:12 pm
Don't call my name out loud
The bar is too close and full of people, so Ysalwen threads her way through the crowd, forcing herself to keep an easy pace to the back door and out.
The cold air is bracing and comforting, even though she currently doesn't have a cloak.
One deep breath, another, and a squaring of shoulders, and she's pacing at a rapid clip out and around the lake.
Eventually she might start running.
Liranan is nowhere in sight.
The cold air is bracing and comforting, even though she currently doesn't have a cloak.
One deep breath, another, and a squaring of shoulders, and she's pacing at a rapid clip out and around the lake.
Eventually she might start running.
Liranan is nowhere in sight.