Bai-Rui

The bitter wind swirled around the motley group of horsemen, catching Theron's heavy cloak and causing a shiver to run up his spine.  He shuddered and pulled the coarse black fabric back around him, silently wondering how long they had before the heavens opened and bathed them all in ice and snow.  He could feel his mount restlessly tugging at the reins, as eager as any of them to find shelter.  He spied the Wall ahead in the distance, a dark contrast against the gathering clouds; with luck they would reach it before the storm started. "Gods take this land," he muttered softly, his breath visibly pillowing from his mouth. He tried in vain t

The frigid November wind tousled his chocolate brown hair as he slowly pulled a small, cheap card out of his well-worn jeans' back pocket. "I know it's not much," he started, carefully straightening the slightly bent-in corners.  "But you know how tight money has been lately, especially since…"  He trailed off. He turned the card over, his eyes brightening as he reread the cheesy joke emblazoned in bright red letters across the front.  "I just had to get you this card the moment I saw it.  As much as you say you hate birthdays, I know you secretly love these cards." He smiled to himself as he opened the card, revealing the sprawling,