Inguar gives the reins a pull and the horses start moving as Sheng guides.
"Thank you Sheng. Made it a around five seasons ago. We had found plenty of extra materials and managed to put it together. She ain't a beauty but she's alright. It beats walking or horseback to find a new home." Every bump is felt in the cart, Inguar seems to ignore every one but looks to check on Sialfi on every large bump.
"We've been very fortunate to avoid them. We migrate every season, we stay away from the rivers, in the heart of the forest as best possible. I reckon if we have been seen, by the time reinforcements made it to our homes if they could even find it again, we had moved on." With Sheng's guidance they come to his cave.
"And what if they don't understand?"
A hollow, female voice rings out from the trees behind Tekai, Seerah and Niraya as they realize they are not alone. Behind the treeline, five cloaked figures stand eerily still, amidst the snow their dull brown clothing makes them almost indistinguishable from the trees.
The speaker takes a slow, deliberate step forward, while the others remain perfectly still, though their faces are covered by scarves and hoods, the group can feel them staring at them. The speaker's face is obscured only by tangles of dull brown hair.
"You have received a blessing from the great mother...Niraya. You should not have to hide it."
There is something unsettling about her, perhaps the flashes of reddishness of some of the flesh on her face, but that pales to the fact that when she speaks, her breath cannot be seen in the air. Though the group had heard whispers, nothing prepares them for actually meeting
them, something about the absence of breath makes them seem almost devoid of souls.
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