Morgan Berger
Stories (5/0)
Frozen Souls
There were three things Tristan wished he had considered before pledging himself to this quest. Firstly, he wished he had remembered how much of a pain it was to travel in the wintertime. For a knight with his ranking and title, he was able to afford a decent pair of winter boots and snow shoes, but while the network of wood and rawhide bindings of the snow shoes were holding together quite nicely, the same could not be said of the boots whose fur linings were crusted into small spikes of ice.
By Morgan Berger3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring Idioms...and Mountains
“They say third time’s a charm.” “Yeah?” She grunted, readjusting her grip. “What do they know?” The rocks were slick with the drizzling rain that had begun at dawn and was misting the forested mountain with a cold she would rather not endure; she had nearly fallen twice now.
By Morgan Berger3 years ago in Humans