whoops a daisy

Set a few miles away from the glacier. :) Massively unrealistic fracture story, but oh well! Maybe one for @Danica ..? ;)

Half-way through her trip north, Bazi had had her fill of solitude and reflection. Three days' of travel had oiled the cogs, forcing decisions, and now she was ready for home. In her conscious mind, she told herself that pure logistics pushed her to finish the journey - her subconscious was less convinced, but said nothing for the time being. The visit would be brief, and then she would return to Scimitar as a humble daughter of the Creek - not its queen. It was one of the more important decisions she had made, and it made her feel light.

After one broken leg and the longest five weeks of her life, Bazi could scarcely imagine thinking anything so fickle was important.

Pure luck sustained her. The break to her left femur was mercifully clean - the result of a dramatic fall, but brought with it the worst pain Bazi had ever felt. For the first few days, she was delirious; an easy target for passing predators, but none had come. For the weeks that followed, she sheltered among the rocks in the damp ravine that would bury her, picking at bugs, frogs, and the bones of an unfortunate deer - on the cusp of decay before her fall, and her single saviour in death.

When death did not come for her, Bazi got up and left the table.

A thin, wild-eyed creature emerged from the gap in the earth, moving treacle-like in the direction of cold. She could smell it, and after a few days of awkward shuffling and frequent breaks, the Glacier was within her sights - beyond the fading grass and up, up, up over the ice. Bazi settled heavily on her uninjured side, resting against the rough bark of a bushy pine. Nearly there.