Broken Boulder in//out

sunlight blanketed the meadow within which she tread, casting a yellow glow upon all that it touched but not any warmth that she could feel. the snow did not linger here; it was not like the north where the permafrost solidified the earth, and she had not seen lichen in many miles. around her wreathed a forest, and it was silent. too still for a place of such life. perhaps in the spring there was more to this place than met the eye? she must hope for better; winter was a hard time no matter where one prowled, and geneva would not let the mild nature of this wilderness fool her. she crept along until the meadow spanned all around her. in the center was a boulder which looked as if it had been cleaved in two, then set back together haphazardly - a game played by the old gods, as her mother might have once said. thinking of her brought a frown to the girl's face, and after a brief reprieve to observe her surroundings, she began to stride along again. a shadow followed after her, a weight upon her shoulders, as if a dark cloud loomed overhead.

@Uriel