Kingdom of Ash

noticing the irregularities cleverly hidden in
the leeward side of the rocky peak. The
Mother knew Manon herself might have flown
right over it.
Asterin stood, brushing snow from the
knees of her leathers. Even the thick material
wasn’t enough to ward against the brutal cold.
Hence the mountain-goat pelts they’d resorted
to wearing.
Good for blending into the snow, Edda had
claimed, the Shadow even letting the dark hair
dye she favored wash away these weeks to
reveal the moon white of her natural shade.
Manon’s shade. Briar had kept the dye. One of
them was needed to scout at night, the other
Shadow had claimed.
Manon surveyed the two Shadows carefully
stalking through the camp. Perhaps no longer
Shadows, but rather the two faces of the
moon. One dark, one light.