Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140220040130

Brighid stopped beside a cold mountain stream. She knelt to drink and then splashed her face with water. Her heart was heavy. Tears did not come easily to her. Would that they did. Perhaps then she could find some release. Her frustrations had instead been channeled into killing. She had joined the Brotherhood not very long after her father's death, after a hard and cold winter had nearly killed her and Anneken. They were forced to move into a city to survive. She had chosen Whiterun, as it seemed the most hospitable to them.