Broken Boulder Broken rocks, broken minds.

too starred she at the boulder, halved by some force unknown. it was certainly magnificent, and it had drawn her as she passed through, alone once more. oh, how much fun her last venture had been- she had thrown a group into turmoil, been queen for a time, had lived satisfied and sated and not for want. but she sought not a life not for want, but one exciting and one wide-ranging. so she had left them, the wolves, to fight amongst each other and perhaps dissipate, eventually, or discover the body of their "missing" former monarch.

that was passed, now. now she stood here, a distance away from a boulder and, her gaze sought out a moment later, another who stood by its base. she watched the other, wondered if she would be noticed, a still patch of darkness amongst many more.