The wind blew harshly against the pink-tinted noses and cheeks of Evelyn and Lucas; both were wrapped tightly in layers upon layers, though the thick clothing seemed to do nothing against the sharp gusts attacking them.
Albeit her fingers were frozen beneath her woollen gloves, Evelyn bent down to scoop a pile of snow into her hand, shaping it…[Read more]
“A message, sire.” The corporal says stoutly, quickly passing over the rolled paper to his leader and moving back into his respective form; back straight, head held high and arms by his side. The captain takes it carefully from his hands, before opening it diligently and reading to himself. He scrunches the paper back into itself and looks to the…[Read more]