*Snape runs his fingers through his hair, and thick strands of it come away in his fingers. He sighs resignedly again and lifts his hand to the wind, allowing the tempest to accept the offering into itself.*
I don't remember which way came from, either. Once you get caught up in the wind, it's difficult to keep a sense of direction. Perhaps crawling would be better? At least then we might be able to keep going in a more or less straight line, and we could orient ourselves to the various rock formations.
*Snape's coversation is actually quite broken; he pauses between each sentence to either vomit bloody bile or to catch his breath, or both.*
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Date: 2009-12-24 02:56 pm (UTC)I don't remember which way came from, either. Once you get caught up in the wind, it's difficult to keep a sense of direction. Perhaps crawling would be better? At least then we might be able to keep going in a more or less straight line, and we could orient ourselves to the various rock formations.
*Snape's coversation is actually quite broken; he pauses between each sentence to either vomit bloody bile or to catch his breath, or both.*