Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Weather: with frosty temperatures and steady flakes, and a moderate breeze
The party is hoisted to the bottom of the fall, with the equipment they have; and there they meet a young woman, perhaps 22 years of age, who gives her name as Lora. She is dressed in a diaphanous gown, quite thin, a withered, brown vine wrapped around her very long auburn hair, holding it in place, and a lanyard of silver that wraps around her 20-inch waist and hangs to her knees. She is bare footed.
She smiles, directs the way without a word, and leads you in another direction from the defile where you first climbed to get here ... about twenty yards to a cliff face. There she begins to cast a spell.
You cannot help but note that her feet leave no tracks in the snow. I find I must point out that for Andrej, Christmas is a holy day. It is now perhaps six. Out of the mountains, it is perhaps still evening, but in the high country, below the meadow, it is nearly dark now. The wind is biting, making it closer to icy than frosty ... and you are all somewhat uncomfortable as you watch this girl cast.