pounding, heavy, november rain. (Fintain)taennynAugust 27 2008, 19:14:52 UTC
Late fall was a miserable season, just barely warm enough that you steamed in your soaking clothes and wished yourself anywhere but riding here.
He'd laid spells to keep reasonable rain off, but this was something far more than reasonable, like being pounded on the deck of a ship in a squall somewhere out at sea, except the water in his mouth had no tang of salt.
His brother, the ass, laughed when he staggered in, having spent the time to care for his horse before he came inside and thus shivering, but there was hot tea and whiskey, a bathing room with hot water and blessedly dry clothes waiting, too.
He'd laid spells to keep reasonable rain off, but this was something far more than reasonable, like being pounded on the deck of a ship in a squall somewhere out at sea, except the water in his mouth had no tang of salt.
His brother, the ass, laughed when he staggered in, having spent the time to care for his horse before he came inside and thus shivering, but there was hot tea and whiskey, a bathing room with hot water and blessedly dry clothes waiting, too.
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Unless he was on the other guys' side.
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