Moonsong Glacier alone

backdated to about the 10th

alive.

alone—but alive.

she'd laid upon the glacier for what seemed like an eternity, injured mouth pressed against the cold, intermittently shifting from conscious to not. she didn't know it then, but her trip to the ice had saved her; without its cool compress, she would have bled to death;

but she hadn't. she is alive.

since rousing, she'd moved to the shadowy places along the edges of the glacier, huddling under the rock carved by millions of years of the forces of nature. crouched in the darkness like some gargoyle, scowling upon the buttresses of an old gothic castle.

snarling at anything, anyone, that came too near.

alone.

but alive.