[The world was no completely gone. It existed behind a murky haze, shapes and figures indistinguishable in the mists. Darkness at least meant ignorance, but this brought an awareness of someone's proximity, a knowledge someone was close by but offering no way to see them. Sight could never guarantee a sense of whether someone was kind or wicked, but she could at least see the intent in their eyes.
Everything stood on edge as the figure stepped closer to her. They were a shadow, opaque against the thick mist before her eyes. Half-blind. That was what this had to be, but even in telling herself this, it didn't remove the fear or shock at what was happening.
If she wasn't weak before, she was now reduced to relying on mewling for sympathy, as though begging for help would do any good. She knew how the world worked now.]
Who's there? Don't come any closer.
SCENARIO THREE: MAY FLOWERS
[Gardens and beauty lost their appeal for Jeyne. These softer moments offered little in relief and gave no shelter from the mind. In looking at them, all she could wonder was how long until something else happened, some other fear took hold or another attack came. There was no such thing as tranquility. It was an illusion to pacify while the rest of the world prepared and ready for battle.
In her hands, the flowers seemed wilted and faded, nothing like the blooms she remembered from her childhood. They didn't even smell as strongly as they used to.
She set a bouquet aside, giving a small sigh of defeat.]
Would you like these? I thought they were something I could use to brighten my room, but I don't know if I want them now.
Jeyne Westerling | A Song of Ice and Fire
[The world was no completely gone. It existed behind a murky haze, shapes and figures indistinguishable in the mists. Darkness at least meant ignorance, but this brought an awareness of someone's proximity, a knowledge someone was close by but offering no way to see them. Sight could never guarantee a sense of whether someone was kind or wicked, but she could at least see the intent in their eyes.
Everything stood on edge as the figure stepped closer to her. They were a shadow, opaque against the thick mist before her eyes. Half-blind. That was what this had to be, but even in telling herself this, it didn't remove the fear or shock at what was happening.
If she wasn't weak before, she was now reduced to relying on mewling for sympathy, as though begging for help would do any good. She knew how the world worked now.]
Who's there? Don't come any closer.
SCENARIO THREE: MAY FLOWERS
[Gardens and beauty lost their appeal for Jeyne. These softer moments offered little in relief and gave no shelter from the mind. In looking at them, all she could wonder was how long until something else happened, some other fear took hold or another attack came. There was no such thing as tranquility. It was an illusion to pacify while the rest of the world prepared and ready for battle.
In her hands, the flowers seemed wilted and faded, nothing like the blooms she remembered from her childhood. They didn't even smell as strongly as they used to.
She set a bouquet aside, giving a small sigh of defeat.]
Would you like these? I thought they were something I could use to brighten my room, but I don't know if I want them now.