ZEYA

vitym kafa: shy

The glow from the fire was almost enough to thaw my numb fingers.

The snow, once just gently dusting, was now pelting down on me.

I don't know whose stupid idea it was to give us fingerless gloves. I wish I could've had a talk with them, but I guess it's too late now.

I can't remember their names- the names of the other two that have accompanied me. It won't matter anyway.

I don't believe in gods, but I'm hoping that one will take me. I'm actually sitting on the god lands now. Yes, that's what they call it. batak'a- "the god lands."

I honestly can't tell if it's beautiful or arrogant to name your country "the god lands." Although, thinking about now, I can easily say it's arrogant.

As night drew closer, the air got colder and my teeth began to clack lightly together. It might be freezing, but something tells me that it's my fears that are causing me to shiver.

I flexed my hands, hoping to have some semblance of warmth.