Having passed across the plains bordering the coast and on through the weald, Stryx had a choice to make. With the weather going more foul by the hour she could stick to the forest and hope to outlast the deepening snow or she could move on; and if she moved on, she had to decide on which trail to follow.
East would lead her across the fields and to the mountains — that much she could remember — but if she went south there was a more immediate chain; follow the terrace, see what the resulting lowlands held. With the barrier of mountains due south of her current position she figured, hell, may as well take a chance there.
The mountains would take the majority of the winter winds. Her mind was made up—and so south she went, until silverlight rose in the gloaming.
East would lead her across the fields and to the mountains — that much she could remember — but if she went south there was a more immediate chain; follow the terrace, see what the resulting lowlands held. With the barrier of mountains due south of her current position she figured, hell, may as well take a chance there.
The mountains would take the majority of the winter winds. Her mind was made up—and so south she went, until silverlight rose in the gloaming.
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amuse-bouche - by Stryx - January 05, 2021, 11:19 PM