Racing into the storm

Nirvana had decided to travel from the comfort of the eastern lands toward Northern Boreas. If it had been cold before, the temperatures here only seemed to drop further. When the sun set it would be even colder still, and the woman and her companions would need to consider shelter before it took their lives. But with the skies overcast and a dark steely gray, the Mendacium woman felt comfortable in exploring what the north had to offer her. Apart from the crunch of snow that had fallen the night before, she could catch the scents and sounds of something skittering along the snowbanks. Prey should have been hibernating, at least if it was as small as she suspected. Perhaps it was a fox? She had seen those with white coats before. Surely they would enjoy an area such as this.

But the further north Nirvana traveled, the gloomier the skies overhead became. The threat of snow became a sure thing as the first of flakes descended from the heavens. Nirvana gave pause, her red gaze turning skyward as she watched their dance to the earth below. Such a calming sight, beautiful… and the world covered in white as it was, like a blanket, was appealing to her as well. Nirvana had always had an eye for natural beauty, a love for the landmarks and elements. A smile touched the woman’s lips as she pressed on, and, by mid afternoon, she had come to a new land all together.

She could see stone, pale as bone beneath the snow that lay atop it. But as she kept going, she noticed a dip in the earth, and she would hop down, with Thomas riding upon her back, to examine what had once been the bed of a river. Something had caused it to dry up. Nirvana’s ears flicked forward as she sniffed at some nearby stone. Had it been a dam somewhere upstream, perhaps? Boulders blocking the flow? There were many reasons which led to the wash being as it was. A hum left her lips and she would continue picking her way along the riverbed.

What secrets did it have to share with her? All the while the snow began to come down harder, but Nirvana was so enamored with the landscape that she failed to recognize the potential for a blizzard.

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Word Count: 392 Words
Total Words: 392 / 1,500

"Speech" 'Thought.'