Moira
Moira
A clump of snow fell alongside the already snow-clad path. Although the sun showed brightly up the mountain, the frost nipped through the fur cloak of a now lethargic traveler. Like a cacoon, she wrapped it tightly around her body. A large, simple pack was attached to her backside, adorned with basic camping supplies and climbing gear. The sound of crunching snow accompanied her thoughts, along with sensations of hunger and thirst. She didn't bother to wipe the fog from her glass goggles in fear of gusts. Nor did she pull down her cloth head wrap in the thinning atmosphere. She was determined to make it to the flat area Oren spotted earlier.
