The Waking Sea was often not quiet. It roiled and raged, storms of winter howling impotently over frothing waves.
Yet it had moments of calm. Rare moments, usually in autumn – the time of transition, the moment of serenity between the ragings of winter and summer. It was such a moment that Maric had relied on to deliver him safely to the Free Marches. You worry too much. I’ll be back before you know it.. A tender smile.
November delivered a storm like no other, unexpected, brutal. Swallowing Ferelden’s king, his dear friend, in the deep.
Silent mourning over calm waters.
Mercy Street pairs well with songs about water and loss.
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Likes!
Tora
Likes!
Aw, thank you! <3
Roadsterguy
Aw, thank you! <3
Well, this is just heart
Kahvi
Well, this is just heart-achingly beautiful. At the risk of repeating myself; oh, Loghain.
Oh yeah, and my first thought when reading this was "this is very Viking." Eivor is rubbing off on you!
Who wouldn't want a nice
Roadsterguy
Who wouldn't want a nice Norseman rubbing off on them? ;) Thank you!