Flashes of Fancy by heget

Hoth

Prompt: bleak, snow, scurry, breath

Bledda, my Bór OC, from Revenant and Bledda and the Beast, facing the north.

Bledda stared at the snow-covered visa before him with the bleak flat-eyed gaze of dead sea creatures, the black thoughtless look of creatures that would scurry across the sea floor. The scion of the People of Bór glanced to his commanding officer for reassurance. He knew it would be too much to pray for a denial. The commander of his Vanyar troop was adamant that they cross into the no-man’s land of the north. The man took a bracing breath. This would be an ordeal.