It is hard to draw a rainbow in greyscale.
Spring in the coldest country in the world. The ice in the valleys had melted, but the distant mountains were still capped with snow.
"Rivek, what on earth are you showing me?" THe mud had begun seeping into Willow's shoes. She paused and wiggled her toes, a useless effort to shed that dirty, moist, feeling.
"Something I found on a scouting flight."
"Not something dangerous, I hope. Don't make me regret not bringing a proper guard."
"Will, I am your guard."
Something very organic and jelly-like squished under her foot. Ew. A worm. A now very dead worm. Half of it was very dead at least. The other was attempting to squeeze back into the pitch, lugging its pulped tail behind it.
"Wipe it off on a rock. Come on. This is time-sensitive."
She huffed but followed instructions. He held out his arm to help her up a particularly steep outcropping.
"Now, really, Riv, all this effort, it better be g-."
"Do you stand corrected?"
The encampment below looked more like an anthill from this height. The pine trees resembled a dark green, protective blanket around it. She looked up at the icicles, glittering in the afternoon sun, sweating crystalline droplets like ballroom dancers. A faint but bright, misty rainbow hovered between two distant peaks.
"Rivek, this is beautiful."
"Well, I couldn't think of a better birthday present for the girl who has everything."
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