She waited for no one.
It was quite a tiring thing, waiting for absolutely nobody at all. And very cold. Several inches of snow covered her kneeling form by now; perfectly still and silent, hidden in the thick dwarf trees near where a solid stone bridge interrupted the road.
The burn of the constant chill was almost pleasurably soothing. A dangerous sensation, she knew. She'd been kneeling in the same place since yesterday afternoon, letting the chill soak in to keep her still, calm, patient.
He would be passing this way this evening, but she didn't dare stake a crumb on any fact relayed by word of mouth. She'd searched and planned for this so long and desperately, she couldn't afford herself a single mistake.
He was no one. No one at all. It was decreed and made law many years ago; his existence was no longer acknowledged by their kind. But even a dead man can cause severe problems, in his own right. Especially if he knew he was, indeed, nobody.
The bridge shadowed wickedly over the frozen rift. The road beyond was lifeless. But then, she wasn't looking for any life. Not tonight.
She waited for no one.
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