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Feb. 2nd, 2008 10:25 pmIt's early evening when Alanna returns home, not that one could tell by looking out the window. The sun has long since set, and the darkness is broken only by the moon's glow on the frost packed ground.
She could have cheated and returned yesterday with Adam, but Raoul had been riding this way on patrol, and they'd have much to discuss.
A fact she frequently had to remind herself of during the long, cold journey.
The door creaks shut behind her, blocking the worst of the wind, and she stamps her feet in the entranceway for a full minute before looking up. Water and frozen dirt sully the clean floor.
"Not a word of welcome for the weary warrior? I like that," she grouses, turning in circles as she struggles to restore blood flow to her feet.
There's a fire in the library, at least, and she hones in on its flicker with a shiver and a smile. Looking around the corner, she doesn't immediately spy anyone inside and takes that as a good enough reason to start shedding road-damp layers.
She could have cheated and returned yesterday with Adam, but Raoul had been riding this way on patrol, and they'd have much to discuss.
A fact she frequently had to remind herself of during the long, cold journey.
The door creaks shut behind her, blocking the worst of the wind, and she stamps her feet in the entranceway for a full minute before looking up. Water and frozen dirt sully the clean floor.
"Not a word of welcome for the weary warrior? I like that," she grouses, turning in circles as she struggles to restore blood flow to her feet.
There's a fire in the library, at least, and she hones in on its flicker with a shiver and a smile. Looking around the corner, she doesn't immediately spy anyone inside and takes that as a good enough reason to start shedding road-damp layers.
