Lightning Round!

[jakia]

Brrr! I don't know about you, but it's cold where I'm at.  They're even threating snow in some parts of the state.

Either way, tonight's challenge is Winter.  Take fifteen minutes and write/draw something with the prompt Winter, and have fun!

Comments

[lilchickadee]

So, um, I think I ended up going more with "cold" than "winter". Oops. I've got another idea for the prompt, though, and will probably put that up when I have time to sit and write it (hopefully within the next few minutes).

It's sodding freezing. She laughs to herself without any trace of humor. She's finally come back to Ostagar, where her world changed indefinitely for the second time in as many weeks, where so much life was senselessly lost, and the first thing, the only thing, she can think is that it's so damn cold she can't feel her fingers.

As they move forward into the old encampment and find it necessary to beat down wave after wave of darkspawn, she begins considering the potential benefits of starting a bonfire with their corpses. Sure, it would reek of the Deep Roads and corruption and death, but at least they'd be warm.

They plow ahead, Wynne comforting Alistair every so often, offering the sort of insight only those who have led rich, full lives can provide. She bites the inside of her cheek. She should be the one to

[jade_sabre_301]

not my best but here you go