Well, it has been a while since i last posted. I have been a busy beaver. I will write a post about this very soon, but first I wanted to post some more of my writing.
The snow fell in eddies and flurries as the wind came and went. The trees moved violently with every gust, tossing the snow that had just managed to settle in the stillness that occurred between every gust. The snow that had begun falling barely an hour ago was already building small drifts in the dips and hollows surrounding the trees and under tree roots. Small forest animals fled with the sudden snow, seeking shelter under bushes and in the holes made in the bowels of trees.
The woman hastened through the trees, her hood up, concealing her face from the flying snow. Her brown cloak was wet in patches where the snow had been flung, despite her hood, her face was wet, water streaming in rivers down her cheeks and down her neck, pooling where her cloak was tied at her throat. She shivered almost uncontrollably as she walked, with one numb hand she held her cloak closed at her waist, while the bottom of the cloak was thrown about her legs with each gust of wind, the other hand clutched at her hood.
Maia had been determined to reach the village by nightfall, so she hurried as quickly as she could between the trees. She had been walking through the forest since day break and although she knew she should be close, the sudden snow storm made her anxious. Though night fall might be a few hours off yet, if this storm settled in, as it was threatening to do, she could be in serious danger. So she hurried, as the wind pulled and tugged at her cloak and the snow melted into her hood.
The snow was beginning to settle over the path ahead of her, when Maia noticed the trees were thinning. Grimly she clutched at her hood and quickened her pace. The snow had formed a layer over the scrub of the forest path when she came to the end of the trees and looked down a slope onto a small village. The houses were small, round, mudbrick houses, they squatted in a semi circle around an empty space, dark in the gloom. Maia knew that the empty space was the village green where festivals, markets, weddings and anything else that the people decided should be celebrated were held. On the other side of the village green two larger buildings stood, fronting onto the village green, one was dark, the windows shuttered against the storm. The other was alive with light spilling from its many windows.
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