Work Text:
Divine of the Divine Fleet (formerly 186/300, now 3/8)
Third generation
Name: n. A loving look, an amorous glance. From the Italian bel guardo, beautiful gaze.
Excerpt: as yet unnamed
She's paging through the Assemblage now
Though the winter was long and arduous, the village at the base of the tower maintained its uneasy peace she mouths.
We all know how precarious our situation is, you tell her silently. Do we really need to emphasize hardship and deprivation?
What you think is that she's warm. She could never be ⸢Winter⸣.
