The snow was silent. It was always silent here. The wind had quietened as she tucked herself into the small cave mouth. The fire had burned out so many years ago. She didn't feel the cold anymore. She vaguely felt hunger and thirst, but only once every few months. She glanced down to her blackened fingertips, flexing her pale skin carefully. It was probably something to do with the ice in her veins.
She let out a slow sigh, closing her eyes, feeling the frost on her eyelashes. She slowly opened her eyes again, watching her breath swirl from her mouth. Maybe it would be nice to start a fire, to get some warmth into her bones.
Slowly, she stood. She could feel the snow slough from her shoulders, the ice snap along her joints. She moved to the tinder kit, inspecting it to see if it was still usable. It was, and so was the firewood. Enough for millennia with how little she used it. She couldn't help her humorless laugh.
She moved quickly, sparking the fire and feeling the warmth of the flames pierce her forever-cold skin. She carefully bent her fingers, grunting at the pain of the heat seeping into them. She didn't have to worry too much about travellers. After all, who would travel to the Fe'gan mountains? That was the reason she had moved here, to be alone, in her solitude. Among her ice and snow that she created so well.
As a result, she didn't worry about the smoke from her small, comfortable fire.
She let out a slow sigh, closing her eyes, feeling the frost on her eyelashes. She slowly opened her eyes again, watching her breath swirl from her mouth. Maybe it would be nice to start a fire, to get some warmth into her bones.
Slowly, she stood. She could feel the snow slough from her shoulders, the ice snap along her joints. She moved to the tinder kit, inspecting it to see if it was still usable. It was, and so was the firewood. Enough for millennia with how little she used it. She couldn't help her humorless laugh.
She moved quickly, sparking the fire and feeling the warmth of the flames pierce her forever-cold skin. She carefully bent her fingers, grunting at the pain of the heat seeping into them. She didn't have to worry too much about travellers. After all, who would travel to the Fe'gan mountains? That was the reason she had moved here, to be alone, in her solitude. Among her ice and snow that she created so well.
As a result, she didn't worry about the smoke from her small, comfortable fire.