Traitors Tor all I see

Despite the sunlight shining down upon her unobstructed, save the occasional cloud, it was still not particularly warm, up here. A chilly wind seemed ever present, swirling about and almost constantly striking her. Yet the ghost remained atop the strange stone structure, lying propped on one elbow, surveying the vast open landscape from far above.

There was something odd about this place. Something off about it, about how the rocks were placed and constructed. Somehow, that felt ominous, tragic, or maybe a little bit of both. That was probably why she felt drawn to it. What stories would these rocks tell, if they could speak? Was there anything at all?

The ghost was tempted to remain here for a while, now that she’d finally found it in her to wander away from the others. Away from Chan, Reika. The drought thing was effectively over, and with winter approaching, it was high time she kept moving, anyway. And it helped her cope. Just a little bit, but even that was a noteworthy difference.

The only thing that ate at her was not saying goodbye to the young Archer. Colette felt just a bit guilty for that, but with each passing day, it grew less prevalent. She enjoyed the openness of these fields, and even more so the view this perch gave her. The plains were quiet, mostly absent of her kind, but held enough prey for her to get by on her own until her whims or the fates dictated she venture elsewhere.

That was how she preferred it.

-random open if anyone's in the area