The longer Desmond tarried in that location it increased the likelihood that he would start to catch the scent of fire wafting over the air. Light at first, but increasing in intensity with each moment. The lure of being able to dry oneself by the warm, inviting flames would be difficult to ignore, but there was something peculiar about this situation. The sounds of raised voices resounded through the forest, close enough to pick up on the negative tone of the exclamations but too far away to make out just what was being said. Not only had Desmond been whisked away from the temple and dropped into a snow bank.. but apparently something more was going on here.
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timeasmymeasure
Did someone say fire? // Setting up a place to run into each other
Date: 2014-11-02 07:12 am (UTC)