X - High Lonesome
The mountain remains quiet as the riders continue their trek, Roberts, Castillo, and Kansas Kate in the lead. The patches of forest that shadow portions of the narrow trail retain the same dead pallor that the posse has witnessed at lower elevations, the tree trunks the color of slate, flowering plants drained of their vibrant hues, their fragile forms appearing as though they would crumble at the slightest touch. Here and there, the jagged rocks are frosted with a light dusting of snow.
After an hour, the path abruptly snakes to the northeast, leading up a rocky rise that terminates in a plateau which is thick with tall grey pines. Through the dense cover, the riders can see that the level table of rock stretches out into an open flat, dotted with structures that are difficult to identify through the foliage.
Several members of the posse find their attention drawn to a spot just right of the path. There, between the trunks of two dead pines, a single blue spruce has sprouted, just over knee high, its needles rich with blue green coloration. At its base, a handful of harebells, their petals the color of a clear morning sky, have bloomed.
The wind whispers amongst the trees, a sharp chill accompanying its hushed voice.
OOC: Everyone kindly provide me a Notice roll. If you possess the Tracking skill, you can give a roll with that as well.