11-23-2007, 07:08 PM
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indent It was going to snow soon. He could smell it in the air and while the sky was still mostly clear, experience told him otherwise. Winter weather was nearly as unpredictable as summer storms—a clear day could be encompassed by a blizzard at any given moment. Passing through the mountains, he had seen this. Survivalism was in his blood. It had been the only thing to save him, when the temperature had plummeted.
indent Tristan knew only names and relations, though these would soon be expanded, for a familiar looking female approached. Her coloration and eyes, as well as that scent made him wonder if she was perhaps a relation. His head dropped, eyes turning to her feet, and his large body shifted slightly as if trying to diminish the height he could not. “I am,” he said, rough baritone voice leaving steam clouds in its wake. “My sister, Alarice.”
indent It was going to snow soon. He could smell it in the air and while the sky was still mostly clear, experience told him otherwise. Winter weather was nearly as unpredictable as summer storms—a clear day could be encompassed by a blizzard at any given moment. Passing through the mountains, he had seen this. Survivalism was in his blood. It had been the only thing to save him, when the temperature had plummeted.
indent Tristan knew only names and relations, though these would soon be expanded, for a familiar looking female approached. Her coloration and eyes, as well as that scent made him wonder if she was perhaps a relation. His head dropped, eyes turning to her feet, and his large body shifted slightly as if trying to diminish the height he could not. “I am,” he said, rough baritone voice leaving steam clouds in its wake. “My sister, Alarice.”