Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Kiada's answers touched lightly on the reasons why the place was avoided by most, but didn't exactly explain why Maea was loathe to set foot inside. "Bad memories," she offered for her own part; she didn't feel like talking about it. Not here, at least. "I'll be out here. Shout if you need anything." Leaving the others with a pretend casual wave, Maea walked off around the base of the tower.
Continuing to melt the snow, she picked up pieces of black stone whenever she found any and deposited them in the sleigh. It was tedious and tiring work, but at least she could see the sky overhead. It was quiet, and cold; every so often she paused to listen for wildlife. But the Brambles lay quiet and still around her, with only the soft snorts of the horses and occasional jingle of the harness to break the silence.
Continuing to melt the snow, she picked up pieces of black stone whenever she found any and deposited them in the sleigh. It was tedious and tiring work, but at least she could see the sky overhead. It was quiet, and cold; every so often she paused to listen for wildlife. But the Brambles lay quiet and still around her, with only the soft snorts of the horses and occasional jingle of the harness to break the silence.
It's just your shadow on the floor
