location: iron born lodging, barrowtown
this fucking storm needed to end. days were bleeding into nights and nights into days. it was getting hard to tell what time of the day it was. or even what day it was anymore. outside there was only snow and harsh wind that rattled the windows around them. there was not enough alcohol in the world to make this enjoyable. morra had barely moved from her spot infront of the fire, trying to let herself relax for once. it wasluckily she arrived back in barrowtown right before the storm hit them all. she could not imagine trying to travel the road between white harbor and barrowtown in this awful conditions.
“alys are you going to join me? this wine isn’t going to drink itself.” morra called out to her sister. she had been gone for….too long. “alys?” peeling herself off the ground she wandered the house looking for her, feeling the air chill as she got closer to the front of the house.
the front door was wide open and her sister’s eyes glued to the storm. “alys! what are you doing?” she said running over to slam the door shut. “you got a death wish or something?” morra wasted no time pushing her back towards the fire and making her sit down. “stay here, let me get you a blanket.”
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