[private] take a chance, roll the bones

[lannister]

you used to tell me we'd turn into something
oh, you said life was much better than this

Having lingered in the North, Lannister makes a slow trip out of Taiga via the banks of the River. His trip was bitterly cold—vicious—and he finds that even the pleasant memories of Taiga are not enough to warm him. He seeks that heat now: traveling south, wondering if he might be able to stomach a stay in Tephra.

Lan wraps his wings tighter around his body as he bursts into a rapid trot in an attempt to loosen and warm his muscles. Next to him, the River only babbles quietly. Mostly frozen on the top with rushing water running beneath, it hardly makes a noise. Lannister almost misses the white noise in the background, both his ears flicking erratically at every snap of ice or twig.

Eventually, the riverbank grows rockier and harder to traverse, forcing the dream-weaver to slow his pace and climb over row after row of flat, slate-gray rock. The iced-over river had broken into running water a half-mile ago, and Lannister has been hearing the rumble of a waterfall for some time. The sound of his hooves upon rock soon dies beneath the gentle roar of the tumbling water. Lan pauses at the edge, ears turned sharply toward his nape.

To his left is densely-packed forest, to his right uncrossable water, and above him is the rolling gray of a pre-snow sky. Even if Lannister didn’t mind the cold wind above, the weather will keep him bound to the earth.

So he stands before the crashing water, frustrated, flicking his tail angrily as the first flurries fall.

lannister

@Brinly