|Guillem and his trusty crossbow|
The Grey - XVThe journey back to Winterhold proved an easy one. The sun remained high and warm, no clouds or snowfall to mar the sky. Guillem’s steed walked with an easy gait, free from the rush of necessity for the first time in a fair while.The Grey - XV by Zethian
Guillem had remained at the inn a further two nights. The first, he had slept almost continually, waking in late evening and making little use of his conscious hours. It was the first break he had allowed himself for some time.
On the second day, he had tracked back to Movarth’s lair refreshed and level-headed, performing a second sweep of the deep cave to check that all within it were felled. It had proved a wise move, as several side passages led to dank living quarters where a few stray fledglings still remained. He had dispatched them and burned the bodies that did not turn to ash on their own, collecting alchemical goods from the remains to bring back to Winterhold. As much business as he had there, he did not want to arrive empty handed.
19, female, England|
Loves Dragon Age
Socially awkward (sorry)
Nerdy, geeky, obsessive fan
Current Residence: Leeds, UK.
Print preference: Big & glossy, or else fabric prints.
Favourite genre of music: Metal, rock, goth, etc.
Favourite photographer: My dad?
Favourite style of art: Digital paintings & traditional media sketches
Operating System: Windows (I don’t get along w/ Mac).
MP3 player of choice: My phone (sadly Technika players no longer exist)
Favourite cartoon character: Does Yang (from RWBY) count? She’s badass.
Personal Quote: (Canticle of Threnodies, 8:13 – Chant of Light [from Dragon Age: Origins])