The sun smoothly sank across the clear-blue sky. Not quite evening, not quite noon, the enormous glowing orb of light seemed to rest lazily in its single spot, as if wary from its eternal daily trip across the far expanse of cerulean it rested upon.
Abigail Grace gazed through the window at this passage, cozily placed in her big soft bed with a hand-knitted quilt across her lap, and pillows piled at her back to support her as she sat up. Peering from under wiry eyebrows, Abigail’s dark brown eyes never lost their “smiling gaze” as her friends liked to call it, no matter how many times she watched the Sun, nor how m
Hard-backed blue chairs line up
In rows of eight and twelve,
Cushioned by springs
And cooled by the chilly air around them.
Hundreds of murmuring voices
Fall to a hush, with a simple
Call, “Quiet everyone!
The play is about to begin!”
Bright lights fall to dim,
As attention is drawn forward
Toward center stage.
The play has begun.
Men and women dressed as strangers
Bring forth laughter, tears, and cries of fright.
Or sounds of sympathy, and ridicule, in regards to
The poor main actor’s verbal plight.
Lights return, and the resonance
Of applause echoes the building.
Fresh words of praise and playful jests,
Replace mu
'Free March weather is a curse.' I decided, gritting my teeth and pulling my cloak tighter about my freezing body.
Varric had received word through one of his contacts that blood mages had been hiding out in the mountains, luring travelers near so they could kill them and use their blood. Sickened, Hawke had gathered Varric, Merril, Fenris, Isabela and I to go track them down. The temperature had dropped the higher we climbed, turning chilly, but bearable. While we were setting up camp, while powder began falling from the sky. Hawke called it snow, I called it strange. Even in my limited travel, I'd never been anywhere long enough or