[The storm came on the scream of a raptor; terrible and cold, it was as if fear itself had been given sound. Carried on a bitter cold wind, it reached even the ends of the Drabworld -- and it brought with it death. Underneath roiling clouds, given life by magic, the world froze. Ice and snow caught creatures where they stood, and trapped them for the death that they could not escape.
And the great bird -- so great it blacked out the sky itself -- still cried its hunt, Caer Scima standing starkly below it.
(And then a weary keen echoes it, and it would be a tone known to friends, as Aubri pulls himself from sleep.)]
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Date: 2015-01-22 02:14 pm (UTC)And the great bird -- so great it blacked out the sky itself -- still cried its hunt, Caer Scima standing starkly below it.
(And then a weary keen echoes it, and it would be a tone known to friends, as Aubri pulls himself from sleep.)]