Derrack

    Sigrun, the 'femme fatale' of authority, skirted the fields where little lay, aside from the freshly fallen snow. It was barren where summer's grasses had left, so the ice bit at her thickly padded feet. She meandered on, despite the gnawing of cold, it didn't bother her intensely. This was a place where not too many went 'lest they wanted to be alone to think, Sigrun among the few to do so. She fancied the opportunity to gather her thoughts, however, her mind wandered to worry about those she loved very quickly. She could never catch a break.    The breeze, once flowing north, began to gust southward, bellowing the young female in the f