by Nialler. » Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:04 am
Snowstorm's brain was thinking, then he looked at Dove's hole. He lightly shoved her out of the way before diving into it. The snow was moved away as the force of his body went though, and he found himself on the other side in the cave, a hole now through the snow. "Job done."
Snowsong sat, her head hung low.
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My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships, drifting, weightless, waves try to break it.