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Day 310: Stalk Like A Snow-Troll
Feb. 20th, 2008 10:43 pmWhen we were discussing the Long Winter which was the setting for yesterday's drabble, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elena_tiriel suggested I write something about snow-trolls.
Day 310
Stalk Like A Snow-Troll
In the long, drowsy months, they retreat to ice caves beneath the glaciers to dream away the heat of summer.
As the last leaves fall on the lower slopes, and frozen flakes dance in the moonlight in the high pastures, they stir, wake, renew their strength on a first meal hoarded in packed snow since the previous spring.
When a soft white blanket stretches across the land, they venture further, to where herds of shivering horses and cattle huddle together. From time to time, they cross paths with unwary travellers, hunters and herdsmen, lost children.
They fear nothing, save fire.
elena_tiriel suggested I write something about snow-trolls.Day 310
Stalk Like A Snow-Troll
In the long, drowsy months, they retreat to ice caves beneath the glaciers to dream away the heat of summer.
As the last leaves fall on the lower slopes, and frozen flakes dance in the moonlight in the high pastures, they stir, wake, renew their strength on a first meal hoarded in packed snow since the previous spring.
When a soft white blanket stretches across the land, they venture further, to where herds of shivering horses and cattle huddle together. From time to time, they cross paths with unwary travellers, hunters and herdsmen, lost children.
They fear nothing, save fire.
