Raye Cufley

Glimpsing the Future

In the highest mountains, there are few conversations. But that was the point. Whether for self-exile from society or simply a retreat from the pointless noise it produced; people and creatures who made the rocky elevation their home did not care. Snowcapped peaks, blistering winds, and the whistle of dancing flora were more than enough for the sole resident of the crag. Though villagers did occasionally venture to her home with requests of farm equipment or passage to lands beyond, their words were often caught in their throat over what they saw behind the anvil. None of that mattered, though. Between the song of the mountains and the stories of the Sparks, there was never a true silence.