Shadow Mountain nalaktuk

Cad smiled to her.

The woman said that she had thought something about ghosts, that she was alone. The young soldier drew nearer, silver legs carrying him hurriedly. The young figure stopped a short distance from where the old woman was. He thought she looked quite nice, surrounded by the white of winter. The lighter hairs of her face were vibrant, brought out by the snow.

I’m sorry, ma’am. I can leave you, if you’d prefer the peace.

Cad didn’t want to spoil her contemplation, if that was what she sought on the cold mountain. There was a small chance that she might like the company. He gravitated toward that.

I’m Cad, ma’am. What’s your name?