IIE - Leavings
The path leads up a slope that, in spots, becomes steep, often veering into deeply shadowed trails that wind among tall piñon and pine trees, their needled branches blocking all but the faintest of light from the morning sky above. River can hear faint bird calls in the vicinity, along with the rustle of wildlife, jackrabbits and squirrels, moving through the brush as they go about their errands. Here and there, an insect buzzes past.
As the two women continue to ascend, the warmth recedes, the cool mountain air giving way to a chill that is more akin to the feeling of winter. Tamsin feels the tingle of numbness make itself felt in her fingertips, the end of her nose, and her ears. Just as she has begun to steel herself to the shift in temperature, she realizes that all is silent. The air is unmoving, The insects, birds, and animals have all declined to follow she and Ava into the area they have ventured into.
River’s mare nickers nervously as she and Ava emerge into a partial clearing. Tamsin can see that they have reached a clear, if somewhat narrow, trail that appears to lead well into the heights of the mountain. But it is what surrounds the trail that seizes her attention.
All is dead. The tall trees continue to stand in their places, their trunks blackened by the absence of life, their branches skeletal and bare. The mountain grasses and flowers are present, but frozen in a state of ruin; gray, brittle, and lifeless, all hints of color drained from them. Even the sky above seems somehow muted, the warm reach of the sun limited somehow by the inertia of the place they find themselves in.
The air is dry, free of moisture. Lydia’s hooves bring puffs of dust with every step. Ava halts her mount. She remains silent, allowing Tamsin time to absorb what she is witnessing.