|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 19, 2017 12:34 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 10:17 am
|
|
|
|
A harsh wind clawed at the windows of Callum's modest cabin, heralding a storm of apocalyptic proportions. The thick glass was already stained with fragments of ice, just soft enough to melt when touched by curious fingers. In moments like this he worried over his children. Both were traveling through Zena southward, Sol having come north to meet his sister half way, and though he knew they had the training to stay safe Callum knew, more so than most, what an unpredictable force the weather could be.
Stepping away from the window Callum tugged at the edges of his coat and pulled them over his shoulders. It was a light bit of material meant to be worn indoors during the worst of storms, and perhaps if the fire was properly stoked he may not have needed it. However, he was trying to ration what dry wood they had for when his company returned. He was fine for the moment; a little chilled but nothing more. Surely she would need it more so than he.
Callum wondered vaguely if he should move some of the snow away from the entry way. It was a passive thought, one that followed him as he milled around his home, picking up discarded items. If the snow had built up in the hours he'd been sequestered away then maybe she wouldn't even see the door, or if she did then surely she would just drag in a massive pile when she came-
He paused, turning towards the entryway with his arms laden, a small smile on his face. Guess she found it. Callum sat his load atop the table, pausing for a moment to pick up a smaller blanket and to throw a log on the fire, before moving to open the door.
"That's because it is a storm, V'demhe, and a nasty one." As predicted, as soon as he opened the door a generous helping of snow tumbled in, but that could be dealt with later. Callum motioned for her to come in, and quickly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|