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bright lights cast DARK SHADOWS
...when shown from a single direction
Famine laid, as if uncomfortable, curled at the edge of her cot. This abandoned fortress held soldiers at one point, and thus provided a hall of sleeping quarters and dorms on the north wing of the fort. The environment was cold and a chilly night draft often slipped through the cracks of war and age upon some of the ceilings, the windows.
Famine had just faded to sleep, the sheets twisting around her in a tight spiral so to stay warm. It felt like an eternity since she’d had such a serene rest-- if only it lasted longer. The shadow mage found herself disturbed by even the tiniest of sounds, paranoid that maybe the knights or the faeries would come for her. She thought she heard a shuffling in the hall, Her head of ravished brunette hair twisted as she groggily glanced through the dark and bare room to the door...it was still closed. Her mind must of been tricking her again.
Famine turned again to lay on her side, an arm under her head. Her azure hues blinked out to the high hanging window in the room. Through the iced over glass Famine could make out the smokey blizzarding clouds and the moon which still shone bright behind them, the pure white-blue light shone through in a disoriented ray which highlighted the contours of her face, and the lighter tones of her hair and eyelashes as they flickered downward and her mind tried to lure her into the black dreams again.
Famine had just faded to sleep, the sheets twisting around her in a tight spiral so to stay warm. It felt like an eternity since she’d had such a serene rest-- if only it lasted longer. The shadow mage found herself disturbed by even the tiniest of sounds, paranoid that maybe the knights or the faeries would come for her. She thought she heard a shuffling in the hall, Her head of ravished brunette hair twisted as she groggily glanced through the dark and bare room to the door...it was still closed. Her mind must of been tricking her again.
Famine turned again to lay on her side, an arm under her head. Her azure hues blinked out to the high hanging window in the room. Through the iced over glass Famine could make out the smokey blizzarding clouds and the moon which still shone bright behind them, the pure white-blue light shone through in a disoriented ray which highlighted the contours of her face, and the lighter tones of her hair and eyelashes as they flickered downward and her mind tried to lure her into the black dreams again.