18th Death

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[written down like usual.]

If you're not sure what to do today, what do you do? I'd like some....[what was that word?] suggestions. Help? Something like that.

[a long pause then Dextera writes a note for himself.]

Make a list.

Comments

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

It is a beautiful sight, fresh snow. When I first saw it... well... I never wanted to forget it.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[he pauses and then tries tracing some words on the back of the horse's neck.]

Look like?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

A white blanket that covers the land.

[twisted-baroque.livejournal.com]

[that...brings up a lot of weird mental images. mostly a large blanket really covering everything.]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

_{[He sees his face and laughs, patting his knee.]}

Do not worry to much, it is not quiet so much like a blanket, it is just a description. I suppose there is no way to better describe it than that.