Audhyld looked out at the horses, waiting in the windswept white.
“How long are you staying?” asked the tavern-keeper, looking from Audhyld to her four companions.
“Just an hour or so,” Audhyld replied. “Enough time to eat, to get warm…” She adjusted the sword hanging from her belt. “Then we’ll be on our way.”
“Off to your war,” the tavern-keeper said. “Fighting the Winter Queen.”
“Are you afraid?”
“I’ve been in battles before.”
“But are you afraid?”
“Terrified,” Audhyld whispered, watching the skeletal limbs of the tree be blown back and forth by winter winds. “Every time, I’m terrified.”
Word Count: 100
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for both running the challenge and providing the prompt photo!