Maea
It's not a demon at your door
The silence grew unnerving after a while. Pausing to catch her breath after hauling a larger chunk of rock into the sleigh, Maea turned slowly on the spot while scanning the sparse vegetation. No birds could be heard, no foxes or hares had left signs in the snow. The horses were still and calm, suggesting there weren't any predators around... and yet there was something in the air that made her uneasy.
"Might just be me," she told the horses, and went up to one to pat the sturdy neck. Tucking her hands beneath the mane to warm her fingers, Maea hoped the others would come back soon. She was starting to regret staying behind.
"Might just be me," she told the horses, and went up to one to pat the sturdy neck. Tucking her hands beneath the mane to warm her fingers, Maea hoped the others would come back soon. She was starting to regret staying behind.
It's just your shadow on the floor
