Bitterroot Valley by my own will

AW, intended for @Gjalla

The whispers of war, the outlines of faces, the tales of abandoned pasts. They lingered like ghosts within memory, filling the spaces which she had once devoted solely to duty. But here in the hills, their weight seemed to be lifted, and everything seemed so...distant.

The sun had barely peeked above the valley walls. Rays of light gently kissed Siofra's spine, casting away the cold of the night. The woman remained curled upon a patch of damp grass, her nose directed towards the earth, and her eyes closed. More meditation. Prayers that would be carried by the winds and delivered to the ears of a deity that she once thought she knew. In vain, but a habit that she refused to let wilt away by time regardless.

She was accompanied by nothing but silence and the spirit of a hare whose remains lay at her feet. By midmorning, she would be gone.