A Winter Interlude by Drosselmeyer

Shiver

It’s cold, but warmth waits ahead.

Kagome shivers, wrapping her arms around herself, exhaling harshly. Her breath freezes mid-air, and it’s a fleeting, temporal thing, breaking through the cold only to disappear and be replaced moments later.

Replaced?

Her own life’s parallel is sobering.

Shivering again, she pushes aside the thought, refocusing on the sliver of orange blazing through the threadbare noren of an abandoned hut.

It will be colder than her preference, quieter than she’s used to, but she heads for it, not once looking back.

That fire in that hut—that glow—waits for her.

And only her.