battle-of-sparrows

The cold winds whistled as they ran over the mountain tops, scraping grass and rock, a force unmatched. Antigone remained firmly planted on the hard ground, unphased by the violent gusts that never ceased coming, they were weak little tugs at her thick winter pelt. She wasn't even cold. She gazed up at the unchanging shape of the Starserpents Summit, white amidst the blue sky. A cloud appeared to hide the ice-bound peak. Finally, she returned home. Her joy was immeasurable. After seemingly endless pain and torture and aimless wanderings at last she returned. When she thought about it, it didn't feel like she ever left. The next thing she kne