Monday, March 24
Herald of the Yellow King - Part 4a: Returning to the Castle
The snowfall had become blinding. White was everywhere. The unforgiving wind whistled and shrieked around them. Whenever they felt like resting, the wolves caught up to them, circling and howling. It made for a great incentive to keep moving.
“Aren’t you cold?” Dril shouted at Ilmarė. The elorii traveled with only a thin, hooded cloak to protect her from the elements.
“I am a child of Osalian,” said Ilmarė. “I have nothing to fear from him.”
“Look!” shouted Kham. “Everyone look this time, I want to be sure I’m not going crazy!” [MORE]
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