The roof, Sunday evening
Sunday, February 6th, 2011 07:49 pmIt hadn't been a good night, spending kemmer alone, and Sov still felt shaky and shivering. But it was over, and they longed for some fresh air. The roof seemed like a good place. They had brought a few oranges, an exotic fruit unknown on Gethen, that was quite tasty, even if peeling it meant your hands got covered in orange juice. Drawing a deep breath, they looked out over the edge of the roof.
[open roof, of course]
[open roof, of course]