Saahana would always remember darkness, and the sudden tiredness that came over her, a terrible weepy sleepiness that dragged at her as she walked listlessly through the chill, dark streets of Windhelm.
There were tall walls around her, and guards moved intermittently atop them, dark shadows visible only as they blotted the stars occasionally from the sky. The cold bit at her, and she stumbled and slipped on the icy pathway. But the thought of resting in a warm tavern made her straighten and continue forward.
She reached the tavern and tried to drag open the heavy door that led inside to Candlehearth Hall but was stopped when a heavy hand slammed on her shoulder and pulled her back.
Gods damn it all...
“Let go!” she shrieked. The tips of her fingers sparking with magic as she tried to wrestle herself away from her accoster. Thoughts of The Butcher made her struggle harder as she tried to escape.
@wild-blade
