@avalata // sc.
the sun was setting, but the winter sky was just clear enough that it made the orc squint in discomfort to feel it on their skin. their hands itched as if blisters had appeared, and their face - even while hooded - stung in a way that reminded them of their childhood, of light sunburns on their cheeks and nose on travels with their siblings. ( sunburnt wasn’t inaccurate, it just...meant something more severe, now. ) despite their discomfort, their restlessness got the better of them - and they rationalized the unwise decision to be out and about during the daylight hours by telling themself that they were researching. perhaps there had been a reason for that agitation, as their eyes caught sight of a familiar elven figure.
“ ...gelebor? ” kharza’s voice was quiet, not daring to raise it too much. it hadn’t truly been that long since they encountered the snow elf, but it certainly seemed like a lifetime ago. perhaps due to the fact that they’d technically died. “ you’re.... here too? ” this place felt more and more like a fever dream.
