Antaka, named after her mother, was still watching the ancient building in front of her. It may once been made by humans and she has not a good feeling about it. She was hunched so low, she nearly touches the ground with her jaw like a cat going hunting. The snowflakes leave dots of water on her dark skin and the wind brushes her bushy dark red hair out of her face.
She has no clue how she gets here, she was looking for her tribe for days, lost them somehow in a sandstorm and than she was here. Not the best place for someone wearing a thin, long white cloak, now soaked from the snow, made to protect against hot sun, not icy winds. Underneath she was wearing sandcolored trousers to the knees and a closed vest of dark red that not even reaching her navel. Luckily her shoes where made of thick leather. Freezing she needs to find a warmer place or at least something warmer to cloth her. Could there be anything good in this long forgotten ruin? Could she go inside, unharmed? It seems to be empty but she can't tell for sure. Better to watch it a little bit longer. Even if she was nearly frozen to death by now.
But wait! There was a dark dot in a long distance. Perfect to spot in this glaring white. A figure was approaching. It was a woman dressed in dark colors and a rust colored cape. Antaka grabs her spear tight. Does this woman lives here? Is she a friend? Please let it be a friend.
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I must have gone crazy to join in. I barley have time and I never have written a prose text in English. But something on this setting catches me and I just saw Antaka there, watching, freezing.