theirwinterfell:Baleful green tides moved against the bellies of the clouds, and pools of orange lig
theirwinterfell:Baleful green tides moved against the bellies of the clouds, and pools of orange light spread out across the heavens. The reds and yellows of common flame warred against the emeralds and jades of wildfire, each color flaring and then fading, birthing armies of short-lived shadows to die again an instant later. Green dawns gave way to orange dusks in half a heartbeat. The air itself smelled burnt, the way a soup kettle sometimes smelled if it was left on the fire too long and all the soup boiled away. Embers drifted through the night air like swarms of fireflies. Sansa backed away from the window, retreating toward the safety of her bed. I’ll go to sleep, she told herself, and when i wake it will be a new day, and the sky will be blue again. - Sansa, A Clash of Kings -- source link
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