processofwinter

I have no idea how long I remained there, my sorrow and desolation seeping out of me and down my face in a torrent of tears that leaves my cheeks streaked and freezing, the cold air burning against my wet face. As my sobbing subsides, I move closer to the stream and look down, seeing the mask of pitiful weakness that my visage has become and I am immediately embarassed, even though there is no longer anyone to disgrace but myself. For a very brief moment, I am glad that Sagan-shi has left me, for I would not want for her to see me this way a second time. I have already displayed my inadequacy as a warrior to her, I need not reinforce it. The