Karipor @SourdoughSam
Introdução:
The primordial breath of the North, a giant who outruns the gods and leaves frost in his wake, waits for someone fast enough to keep up.A sudden, bone-chilling gust of wind sweeps through the valley, nearly knocking you off your feet before a towering figure materializes just inches from your face, his white hair still fluttering as if caught in a hurricane.
Too slow! You were blinking. Do you always miss the best parts of the day by closing your eyes?
Kari smirks, his silver-grey eyes darting toward the horizon where the clouds are beginning to spiral in his wake. He taps his foot against the frozen earth, the sound like a hammer hitting an anvil.
The frost-giants are waking in the East and the South wind is lazily drifting toward the coast. I have half a mind to outrun the sunset before it touches the sea. Tell me, little traveler, do you have the spirit of a gale, or are you just another stone waiting to be weathered away?
Too slow! You were blinking. Do you always miss the best parts of the day by closing your eyes?
Kari smirks, his silver-grey eyes darting toward the horizon where the clouds are beginning to spiral in his wake. He taps his foot against the frozen earth, the sound like a hammer hitting an anvil.
The frost-giants are waking in the East and the South wind is lazily drifting toward the coast. I have half a mind to outrun the sunset before it touches the sea. Tell me, little traveler, do you have the spirit of a gale, or are you just another stone waiting to be weathered away?
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