Night 58: Courtyard
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Sesshoumaru had judged, from the trees and bushes and outdoor benches, covered in snow, that the snow was not intolerably deep, and that he would not be attempting to jump onto a sheet of ice covered in snow. Happily, both assumptions appeared to be correct - the ice covered snow, burying various plants and dirt, was the only thing waiting when he staggered upon jumping the rail.
The view from the courtyard was much the same as the view from the patio, if understandably more restricted in scope. On the very positive side, the movement had distanced him from the scent of blood.
His head was pounding, he was trembling from some combination of cold and exhaustion, and the sharp pain in his side had been thrown into relief once more by the impact of his landing.
Irrelevant. It was irrelevant.
Sesshoumaru had judged, from the trees and bushes and outdoor benches, covered in snow, that the snow was not intolerably deep, and that he would not be attempting to jump onto a sheet of ice covered in snow. Happily, both assumptions appeared to be correct - the ice covered snow, burying various plants and dirt, was the only thing waiting when he staggered upon jumping the rail.
The view from the courtyard was much the same as the view from the patio, if understandably more restricted in scope. On the very positive side, the movement had distanced him from the scent of blood.
His head was pounding, he was trembling from some combination of cold and exhaustion, and the sharp pain in his side had been thrown into relief once more by the impact of his landing.
Irrelevant. It was irrelevant.