Saturday's Storyteller: "Two days, one waterfall, and a blizzard later..."
by Belinda Roddie
Two days, one waterfall, and a blizzard later, we were camped in the Valley of the Desolate, drinking hot rum and nestling our chilled bodies against the mossy rocks. When I slept beside Mattor, I could feel the warmth radiating from their shoulders, and I couldn't help pressing myself against them. They wound up holding me until the morning, when we reviewed the next steps of our campaign.
"We fight in snow or in sunshine," commanded Lamba, his beard golden in the morning glare. "You were trained for that."
Two days, one waterfall, and a blizzard later, we were camped in the Valley of the Desolate, drinking hot rum and nestling our chilled bodies against the mossy rocks. When I slept beside Mattor, I could feel the warmth radiating from their shoulders, and I couldn't help pressing myself against them. They wound up holding me until the morning, when we reviewed the next steps of our campaign.
"We fight in snow or in sunshine," commanded Lamba, his beard golden in the morning glare. "You were trained for that."
I was hoping there at least wasn't another waterfall.
This week's prompt was provided by Tyler Gomola, who got it from Zee Bashew's video, which you can watch here.
This week's prompt was provided by Tyler Gomola, who got it from Zee Bashew's video, which you can watch here.
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