Movement
For the entire journey after that Iona didn't speak. The path was covered with soft snow and moss that cushioned the hooves of the horse and helped them descend the treacherous slopes better. Occasionally she heard the sound of squirrels or an owl hooting from deep inside. Wind gusted around them carrying dense mist. However, as they descended, the temperature rose a little. Snow gave way to thick moss and they could see more green leaves jutting out of the frost. Iona was still wearing the cloak that Rolfe had made her wear. She tugged the hood of the cloak over her head, thanking him silently.