Tales of Silver - 2 by Leetthief on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

The journey she was on had been long and cold, particularly so these past few weeks. A blizzard hit and covered the ground in a thick quilt of sleet. She had been bent over and digging into the snow, scraping away the ice until it stuck to her hands and fur. She chose a little gully with a large, flat stone that had three obelisks standing around it to be her shelter. By the time she reached the bottom, the sun had crept just under the horizon, filling the sky with bold orange and sleepy purple streaks. The sky was clear; in fact, the sky had been clear ever since the snowstorm.

Her tent's guy line stretched over the flat stones and wrapped around it several times before ending in a knot. The shape and position of the rocks, she thought, looked unusual. The three stone slabs seemed too complicated to be a milestone; perhaps it was an old, defunct milestone or even a shrine to some forgotten god. She offered a silent prayer to no one in particular, surely any benevolent being would offer this homeless vagabond a single night of refuge. Surely. She started a small fire in the center of the platform; the stones acted as a windbreak and a reflector for the heat. Swaddled in her home-made quilt, she went to bed for the night.