Barrow Fields i left my flaming sword beside your bed

open, sprawling fields surrounded prophet in every direction from the mound she had perched upon.  there were many like it here, but this was the tallest vantage point she could find.  in the distance a group of deer grazed.

the wind had died down today and for that she was grateful; her coat did little to keep her warm, especially in these temperatures.  daytime had been tolerable, but in the evenings she found her legs quaking.  

she watched the deer, as she had many hours before she needed to concern herself with that.  prophet did not think they were aware of her presence.  not that it mattered.  she could not take one down on her own.  her stomach rumbled as a poignant reminder of this fact, and she closed her eyes as her head throbbed in pain.

in came a pinched breath through her nose, then out came a steady cloud from her maw.  she stood slowly, first propping her body up on her front limbs before she rose completely, setting out to find something to soothe herself with.